Bud Crawford Feints Left

[Intro]
Yeah
Spark the spirits

[Verse 1]
Peep
Hustlers and criminals gather 'round
Take heed, the style of Oracle Lefty
Didon is the human torch of course
My thoughts engulfed in flames, smoke consumes the lane
Onslaught ensues for days, state city reign
Extend my Tre, I got shitty aim
Fifty days in the basement studying the basics
I'm finally here, be well aware
A villain crime medium, my heat in this, a flip in the coin
Turn a box to a trip in Savoy
Don't walk light, niggas is 'nnoyed, we flamboyant
Let it be known or risk getting a holе, homes'
Old goals got a check in the box
Prеrequisites evident pop, it's in the bop
Ambience and past dons that passed on
To those that's in the cage, I'm that dawg
It's Lane

[Interlude]
Shit nigga
Niggas better put their seatbelts on
Gonna get rocky out here
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Peep
Mezzanine rap, let the machine scat
I'm basically a walking weed plant, believe that
My neighbour is a repass, I'm eating good
I could move three sacks for the week back
You can't outrun me, your feet flat; it's crunchtime
I made a key pass and you don't even see the wood
My relapse was thing in the brief past
Clipper wanna snort all day, he don't need cash
Imagine what could happen if we clash, I'll play Amari
And throw a ball on your head like Steve Nash
These little niggas truant, they need class; tasteless
Tree sap, move slow or bleed fast
Block steaming, change course
Rearrange thoughts in the 'Stang or in the Dodge
Talk less, make more, the rain pours
You gon' get wet if you ain't sure, commit
Stick like [?], break an atom for the main source
Ain't that a bitch?
I'm the shit, I'm professing it large
We the new juice crew with the vegetables, God
Rappers ain't checking Didon
I'm mid-long, I'm Chris Long, [?]
Get off my dick dawg, real mil

[Outro]
Immobiliare get the money, that's well known
Immobiliare get the money, that's well known
Immobiliare get the money, that's well known
Know that
Welcome to the '20s