BLK FM/Noir (feat. WolphGnarly)

Don’t take no photos wit my bitch
And I turn location off
There’s no need for them to know who I be with
I got like plenty on my dick
And it’s like a full time job
On the way to Hatfield strip
On my lonesome
Henny on the double blurry vision to the
Domesome
Way this girl been looking at me looking at I think that she want some
I been Uncle Faouzi chicken licken wit the sauce huh
Heard I got connections they been asking for the password
Yea looking for a place to park it
I been lit looking like it’s getting dark here
My niggas only niggas when they wanna
Til the sun up
Only show up for the come up
Like Marajuana, way too loud
My ears bleed n that’s on my momma
Drama, problematic when they pull the gun up
Trouble
Problematic when I pull got alla these niggas on aim
Then I’m surfing their wave, killing their game (yeah word)
Put me on stage I’m rearranging the game
And that’s probably cause, most of these characters rap the same
Man I’m bussin’ through chains tryna make change
Assisting the frame of mind to loneliest the thugs
Feelings arise when you chasing dreams and a vision
That just can’t matched or attached to a certain cause, yeah this year of the underdog
Cadence legendary, if we talking we facts
Quality checking my competition if there’s any
Got plenty of smoke of lined up
To any and everyone who be thinking that my times up
CAUSE
I’m making plays in the field while y’all huddle up
AND
I’m making waves in sea’s that y’all drowing in
Collateral damage to any rapper that ain’t good enough
Pardon, had to laugh at their jargon
Cause I just scramble these flows while you all is niggas toast
LEO