Butterfly Bait

Sit back let me educate ya
Only time we slow down when we decimate ya
Also when the beat rock yeah this second nature
Head down hands up, new behavior

Tap in Murda yeah the fuckin underdog
Hotbox the car, see through all the fog
When we crossed you won’t understand our dialogue
Go peep the Bible ‘cause I wrote the epilogue

Yeah, new shit fuck ya slow jam
Cannabino-Murda fuckin up the program
Said you can take a hit, I ain’t mean the whole gram
Now you gonna die; gotta dig your hole, damn

Yeah, gonna say I’m ruthless
Past shit I done I ain’t gotta prove this
We are not the same, when your target move; miss
I produce rhymes; Cannabean produce hits

Use hate to produce flames now I gotta take up two lanes and induce gains, but I’m bout the motherfuckin dulce and I do say I don’t give a fuck what you say, drink the kool aid and I’m deuce paid, double time on the rhyme yeah it’s another and a new day, need some water Bobby Boucher, end the scheme no redeem gon pronounce deuce like “do-shay”

I can be a mad addict
Won't put the mic down like an alchalic (alcoholic)
Or my dad with beer yeah he was a bad dad and
It’s been a while That he gone fuck it not a sad end

Thought I couldn’t go in but yes I can
You’ll miss bombs if you not listenin
Most of yall can’t see my obscure vision
Shits wild what you hears from a mexican

Yeah, Soccer kid, gamer kid, stoner kid, skater kid, dapper kid, rapper kid
All yu motherfuckers all look alike and it’s like what I done you motherfuckers never did

It takes time to perfect the craft
This was late my bad had a couple drafts
Been slackin most the time been high as giraffes
But I had to come down and put out more raps

I don’t bang but there’s always blood around me
Its never mine only time is when it’s fam-ly
My shits sublime state of mind is at a grand feat
So divine end this line God planned me

Got just a hint of evil from Lucifer
Fake niggas switching up like Bruce Jenner
Left and right being asked if I’m Christian or
A disgrace; hard drugs and Kris Jenner

Can’t rhyme like me, can’t tie my feet, can’t buy my feat, Zach signed my beat, make lines like me, just shine my seat, make time like me
I achieved the elite take a seat lil b mince meat with your feet, can you feel the fuckin’ heat
Loyalty you deceit, and I’ll be shooting shots at every hoop you gon’ see, look at you; a lil me
End soon then repeat, at your door trick or treat, piece together rhymes till the fuckin’ words feel complete, every scheme nice and neat, I swore I was gon’ beat, every one you niggas yeah you fuckin’ heard this from me, you the worst can’t compete, who first yeah it’s me, no rehearse; once; heat
Disperse like this beat, fuck we made it here next the highest tier we’ll defeat, anybody in the way stay away be discrete