[Verse 1: C.U.P.I.D.O]
White smoke rises, lower than my perspective
No quite clouding my judgement, that shit makes my vision better
Fuck eye tests, spotting letters
We spot fakes from in the distance
Curtains close in my bed room like an intermission
So there is no witness when I'm with your women
Fuck missionary we switch positions
Like fingers on a Rubik's Cube
Because of the internet, I wasn't really that childish
Been watching RedTube since the 5th grade, learning all the best moves
I exude truth behind the booze and medicine
Genes with that rebel blood, deep in the chromatin
War drums, beat play, that shit stays heavy metaling
Message that is heaven sent, it's time for the exodus
Indefinitely reckless, perpetually sexing with queens
"Your Excellency", what they say when they addressing me
Girl you aggravatingly attractive
I want you to treat me like I'm your camera
Pose for me while I switch the angles up
They preaching Christianity I'm like "That's impressive"
Obviously sarcastic, that's the religion of the oppressor
I'm African, how could I be Anglican?
Insecure that's why you mistake my confidence for arrogance
Words from the wise, from the wicked, from the war ready
You don't what no problems cause 9 months before my birth date
You had all already lost already
That's redundant to make sure you all get the message
I hope you all get the message
I hope you all get the message
I hope you all get the message
I hope you all get the message
Everybody's got dead homies
(Sitting in the church in the front row
Saying rest in peace but please come back
But they ain't gone come back)
Everbody's got dead homies
(Sitting in the church in the front row
Saying rest in peace but please come back
But they ain't gone come back)
Everbody's got dead homies
[Verse 2: FlexXFillemon]
See I'm a ticking time bomb
Kill me if I'm wrong
But mess with the wrong cord and I'm sure that I'll blow us all
And freedom is still a luxury
Working hard for less worth than God deposited
Grinding for the fuck of it
Praying when I die they write the eulogy so you can see
Definitions of suffering
Rapping for my soul so you can see the shoes I'm running in
Puffing clouds is what I'm 'bout
So take a bow as I bring, nigga
We working hard that's power, pleasure and pain nigga
Let's take a trip through my life
A young black nigga, with his mind in the sky
Fuck a limit and listening to people that try to make me believe
In a barrier, see I believe in my carrier
Flow that can carry a
Yacht and all it's passengers
Fuck a bitch to tell her bitches
"Damn the kid is big as shit"
My dick can split a ho in two
Its fine cause now there's more for you
Smoking doob is all I do
When my mind's feeling ridiculed
They've always said I got potential I'm so special
Got the type of chick that make your girl so jealous
Back in my city, 0-61 with my homies
We blowing O's while we slowing racking up hoes and you know me
Got tats and I'm still pure
There's one motto, "If you see it and you like it make it yours"
(There's one motto, there's one motto
If you see it and you like it make it yours
There's one motto, there's one motto
If you see it and you like it make it yours)
Smoking doob is all I do
When my mind's feeling ridiculed (Make it yours)
Smoking doob is all I do (Make it yours)
When my mind's feeling ridiculed (It's raining)
That's all I do
[Verse 3: Hansolo]
Makavelli in one, a son of a gun
Used to dribble the ball, now I literally ball
Keep pushing the weight, till the day that I'm straight
Mayhem when I'm in the booth, pop 'em like spades
Nigga get me spade, infinite deep
They follow like sheep
They call it Twitter and shit
Taking over the court, King James but short
Cremate my corpse then snort
Nightmares o'Lord
You either face the pain or stand in line like Cain
You either playing the game or you just part the game
I swear you niggas can rap, but damn you niggas is lame
I remember the days, had me flipping the page
Vodka lemonade, 'nout to blow like grenades
Pulled the pin out I'm going in
Everyday I sin
Yeah I'm the bad guy, been fly
Scared of heights though
Fake niggas, lipo couldn't change them
G-Star hoody, free Shmurda
Shmoney on my mind, I'll murder
Any homo sapien, its really happening
Barely ever up on a Tuesday
Hansolo, fuck a Bruce Wayne
I'm painting vivid pictures but I don't paint
I'm painting vivid pictures but I don't paint
Got these dope lines like cocaine
I'm hard to blow like propane
[Outro: Hansolo]
It's the Royal Isle Cypher
Shout out Sir Matthew
Its Lord Matthews
Everybody got a dead homie
Rest in peace everybody got a dead homie
Gunshots on the block, pop pop
Everybody got a dead homie
