Young Swag, the God - 11:30 PM in Africa lyrics

I just made it back from the motherland It's been a while you should understand I saw rubberbands in a duffle bag n***a The fine girls make it feel like summer land A million suns Lilly call me daddy n***a I guess you the son, damn Where the f** is the chill? In a galaxy too far away with guys hairline You couldn't react You didn't even release it I already snapped Have fun painting your nails and talking behind my back Just know every itch on my back will get scratched I never asked for the power to flame but good lord I'm not gonna put it to shame I'm gonna burn your a** to a crisp Have you n***as lookin like revenge of the sith And uh It's revenge of the dicks This message removed it was only the tip Soul Leo Amari im sorry you couldn't help But these n***as are finished like magazines on the shelf And uh Like magazines on the shelf I'm Josh peck with the emphasis I'm Ike turner with the back hand You leave groups more than a black man This isn't even a diss How do I flame something that doesn't even exist? How do I burn ashes? How do I toast toast? How do I roast something that's already in the stove? It's already resolved Walk out then f** yall it's no big I feel like will smith I had to do it I just couldn't resist I just couldn't resist These are couple views from the Tokyo 6 These are a couple views from the top of the stargate You need to act your age and not marfs age That was one for the books n***a Where the f** is the hook n***a I wrote this sh** at the airport And Soul and I are looking like the Air Force I do for my n***a Jordan no Air Force You should know by now I'll never fall back And when I'm paying you n***as I'll watch you crawl back I'm k**ing you n***as I'm dressed in all black I can't believe we made another one You were still crying about the other one Where the f** are the knees n***a I had you wettin the bed from overseas n***a I mean I'm going god ki n***a f** it. I'm making a 3 n***a And plus I like to keep an open mind This sh** should go in the archives You're never f**ing with our guys Soul sisters on my dick I'm a smart guy I can feel the salt in the air I can feel a tone of despair I mean shoutout to ima man a n***a hit the jackpot Walk out the room like I don't even care I am sick and tired of Eva And you look like the last episode I am like a breaking bad episode I go places you will never go Young