Noir

I really want to tell em when I feel the pain like my my look inside my brain yo when it rains it pours when I'm enraged I scourge yo with the flames I forge, finna settle the score to all the f****** whores and those adored when the demon screaming you better board up your doors you see Mama I got a lot of trauma trying to get over this hump like a lama yeah Imma burn hot as a sauna my mind is kinda fry'd like Futurama but never bring dishonor like the dalai lama, a lot of drama y'all wanna wonder to tell I wander to make me hotter like Bruce Lee I got to be water I never lose sleep loose leaf I use loosely like a squatter ignored hiding up under the floor when I break through the floorboard oh Lord yousa a gonna pushing flowers it's the hour when I devour I have shook ,I'm crooked like the Eiffel Tower and it goes like this.. cuz with the plasma back and I'm never going to stop they be plotting on my death but I'm never gonna drop the worlds gone soft yo im always going hard cuz I'm never going to stop when I'm in my zone I kick my feet through the concrete like a Flintstone I hit the gas and get the spinning I take off fast with the winnings I rather let it be than be another John Lennon yeah I might crash but that's the risk though this life is slit throat they'll jab ya wallet like a cutpurse plus I'm a king ...like Sacramento smoking hella indo trying to hit my peak like a crescendooo...while yall all kicking indoors and licking windows ya see as a kid I got no hug and I got no love and when I got real close all I got what was shoved demons were entering sent to me mentally f***** up always roughed up eyes teary always puffed up they told me to toughen up now I'm all buffed up (Yo WHAT THE FUCK) yeah nigga I took enough you can call my bluff my life was rough but I ain't got to go and front that I'm tough they want the smoke then go ahead and spit up a lung running the track you'll catch a asthma attack I leave your flat on the flats while your homies like where you at real niggas give me dap cuz they know I'm real and if we butt heads I still lend you an ear like holyfield , want to be fabios you're not Coolio your more like corn Julio's look at my track they like "damn you know that boy ryu he kinda ill for real"