​​black samurai.

[Intro]
[?]
Bow down to your master

[Verse 1]
I was talking to the money man last week
Came through in a Benz all black last week
Paralyzed, but the money still get up for me
They not religious but they still don't thank god for me
I wasn't Hondas contemplating robbing niggas for some formula
My baby need her vitamins all on my phone
That's my baby mama grievances
I'm the type to meditate
Fucking up my memory
But for god's sake
Fuck your mind games, fuck your tristate
Diamonds still dance like what the fox say
I'm a hit it from the back while I grab the crochet
Came back save the game like I'm Bobby Boucher
(That’s right bow sucker! Bow down to your mastеr!)

[Verse 2]
I was on Twitter last week
Scrolling through the feed y'all niggas cappin' last week
Niggas dancing with the dеvil y'all was sinning last week
I used to suffocate cause y'all pollute the air last week
Got rich of selling raps all my notes C
See haters beg for mercy please like it's '03
CC the hoes that I see around when I hit the ground
Bitches down for the thrill so I beat it down

[Verse 3]
Uh, this is facts nigga check your source
Now this the newest freestyle you niggas can't afford
String bitches right along fuck a tug of war
After that cut them off like I work at Wal'
And if she came from the street
Only right I send her ass back to it
It pays to mind your business, mine is still booming
It's a dog-eat-dog world, bitch I'm still chewing
Your man know karate and bitch I'm still shooting
Ain't no guess about it
I'm all around giving niggas atmosphere
See these rappers better run cause The Loners here
New ink, new era, the rapper Paul Bearer
The all black wearer causing modern day terror
Fucking up the paper like a fucking type error
Lord jev. with the hell's fire still the type to dare devils
Step on niggas necks till I pop a blood vessel