Cullinan

[Intro]
It's just different
Different
Black Graffiti
Cullinan
Yeah
Uh

[Verse 1]
Colored in black, the world looking like a mulligan slap
Brothers attack a brother, that mean a mother get clapped
Other than that, we war dogs, the artistry of Warhol
Parts of me's a cohort 'cause there's honesty in forethought
Pardon my forlong war poems seem to bore y'all
I stored art, deep in my writtens, sleep in my kitchen
Ward them morgues off, I can see the god potential
Locked within you, scarred and misused by the people that were stronger than you
Its hard to diss you when you always got a Glock or pistol
Palming heat in his mama's car, send the the cops to get you
All I teach is the common art of uncommon issues
All my niggas with past lives of mad crime (Mad crime)
Call on me if you falling off of the cliff of life
Baller season, we color arms to be rich and white
Watch a few M's, custom Richard Mille bag
Sent the verse for the feature and he sent the milli' back

[Hook]
Too many armies of the darkness seem to follow me
I always catch 'em while they talking, try to swallow me
I decided steady running was the only way
If I'm divided up and left it, they done thrown away
I promise mama if I'm gone then I'll make it back
Arranging floral in my coffin, pay to make it black
I know the artists think I'm lost inside my evil ways
I just wanna be the light to help 'em see the way

[Verse 2]
Yeah
Angry, deprived and high, praying for brighter times
Say that I'm flying high, but I'm fake in my private life
Let's be straight, if I was debating, I said I wasn't okay
When you said you could've replaced me, plenty bullets evade me
Said he looked when he paid me, the bet we took, you was eight-G
He shorted me by the ten, surely I'm 'bout to send him to the morgue
With his body stiff as a board, nobody injured in war
When you follow this, the Quran is list of accomplishments
What can you say to this? What can you say to me?
Body seventeen, mind eighty-three
I'm putting caps in these fuck niggas that play with me
A bitch is fucking lucky if she spend a fucking day with me
It's raider season, all my niggas pray to win, play to win
Play this shit with caps that I shot, aimed to your radius
Your cranium pop, I'm taking radio shot
These niggas radio hot, don't got the strength of a heart

[Hook]
Too many armies of the darkness seem to follow me
I always catch 'em while they talking, try to swallow me
I decided steady running was the only way
If I'm divided up and left it, they done thrown away
I promise mama if I'm gone then I'll make it back
Arranging floral in my coffin, pay to make it black
I know the artists think I'm lost inside my evil ways
I just wanna be the light to help 'em see the way

[Post-Hook]
Uh
I know you see my pain, it's all inside your eyes
It's all for private gain, you forced to speak your mind
I live inside these walls and break my bread with ghosts
Escape my head and shake my bed 'til I'm forever cold

[Outro]
Black Graffiti, 9/11