...this a year in advance posted, the rain leaving the grass smoking
my god thinking the con's joking, I'm just shaking my head nope'ing
fillies/b8tches was outspoken, introduce me, they're unspoken
the mmers an s.p. tradition, the black inc.'s what I wrote in
bul had the "mansion" shirt on roaming, the con was at-times roman
parameters I scoped when I know bloods been trying out vocals
my god's thinking without thinking, homicides jot from my inkpens
just because I am tzu-wu doesn't mean bloods what I'm gon' let live
my god wanted to dismiss the con to the land of make-believe
when lucy release the fem8les to me, my god will pray to me
chalucci be a dog on a leash, I'm his owner, say to me
some dumb shit, and your tongue twist to a necktie, rewind, play, repeat...