FLUIDITY.

[Verse]
Dun Dun Dun, there's a monster off a tree nigga
Smoke sound off, im a Zeus up on the beat
Imma run up on the street
Make you waddle waddle
Splatta brain across the tile
Burn a church, dont fuck with bible
Satan suck it imma rival
Fuck i dont like when a nigga duck from my big gun
I got a smoker huge, I wanna leave 2 and write redrum
How a nigga sound he think he edgy
Think he ready for a mound of coke, ode on molly
Ride the bus or take a trolly
Trip on acid, fuck the molly
Off the rip i found it funny
You a bitch, you a bitch
Money Money, fill my pocket gimme plenty
In the gutta gettin muddy
Rippin chords, they say its funny
But ya don't know that Smokе is runnin to the bag
Real shit imma snip the tags
Speed racе til im out of last
To myself when i walk to class
Black paint on my face, gotta lotta problems gotta take it out with the waste
Quarterback a nigga
I am fuckin baked maybe laced, keepin focus when im trippin
In my space sit in hate
For a system that is broken on the norm i feel like smokin
Puff a pen or get to tokin
Pricky bitch i get to pokin
Smell my bars they fuckin potent
ViZ a Splinter, like a rodent
Crow a bird, he fly not floating
9 got clips and poles he totin
HCC that's Cxr & Remo
W.D. The Wxrld be singing
On the daily Tek be ringing
$tacks got bars and tracks be flipping
Grave my G, his shit be hitting
Skenz is a goat and made it evident
Movin like we heaven sent, settlement
Mxnty in the netherlands
Sippin on Vnxm and rockin Vetements
Dirt a nigga if he movin shady inna Tournament
Infy move right, solace in our blood right
Runnin and runnin it up this is our time (lotta)
Lotta lotta money, wanna get it, wanna get it (lotta)
Not a lotta money, ion want it, ion want it (lotta)
Lotta lotta money, wanna get it, wanna get it (lotta)
Not a lotta money, ion want it, ion want it (nah)
Punch back in bitch, do the verse the next day
I love talking my shit and see who stickin on my inner space
You gunnin and gunnin straight stuntin 'bout ya 50 hits
Im smokin on the papers that we rollin, not a ounce of shit-
-That makin us spaz
We move rocks, no avatar
You zoom fast but the rental gettin jus as far
More time, wanna waste that shit up onna bitch who wanna get it freaky
Fuck a whore we pourin
Editing my art im scoring
My dick, my piss
My cum, my kids
Fuck censorship
Fuck and Shit and Piss and Bitch
Tell me what you wanting
Genies granting all the time
Wish for peace or bring the violence
Can you read between the lines?
Stop stuntin'
Talk about peace but do nothing
Thats right
Zen° thumbin
Through my deck, im schemin
Boutta a year ago i couldn't hit a flow like this
Or speak my mind and claim the thoughts or keep it rollin for the shit cuz i was caught up on a bitch who really didn't give a shit
About my craft or my worth so she ended it and i took my own time
Fuck the cancer causing killings, you're a criminal
My caution risin' from the risk
I don't wanna die
Red up in my eyes
Tearin up i fuckin cry
Ion wanna fly
Ion wanna fly
Ion wanna fly
Cuz the cops keep gunning nigga, uh
And we dying
We tryna love inside nigga, uh
But we crying
We try to take a stand brotha, uh
But we trying
Ain't no other way nigga for niggas to stop dying like
Dying nigga
Dying nigga
How we stop the dying nigga?
I dont fucking know, but its not by pulling fucking triggas
Protest, speak my mind, uh, that is lifted
If we is the same puto why we treated different?
Ion wanna riot for violence, no need for scanners
Now 4 corrupt pigs in the slamma cuz a Judge dropped his hamma
Put that nigga onna bed and end his life for our children
My kids need siblings and friends to grow up with
Bet ya that he didn't get life
A slap on the wrist or maybe like 5
Cuz the system likes you if you're white
Im a tan nigga, come care about my life
Watch your tone, where your manners?
Why you screamin n' banter?
You fuckin teasin a nigga
Who ain't afraid to take a step
Fuck the pigs who out here killing and killin
Cuz our skin and now we drillin ideas
And fuckin moving a mission
To find our peace for the millionth
To find our peace for the millionth
To find our peace for the millionth
HANDS UP, DONT SHOOT
HANDS UP, DONT SHOOT
HANDS UP, DONT SHOOT
HANDS UP, DONT SHOOT
Stupid little bitch, pop ya Glock at me
I really fucking wish you'd all find ya inner peace
Love over hate cuz all stands will not fall
Quick, i found a motherfucker tryna shoot like
Shoot, shoot, shoot, dont touch a nigga
Fuck up out that suit, suit, suit if you really tryna change
Get the waste out your brain, no more solace in the pain
Rise, go up yo lane
Jump in the spot might get you popped and
Kickin our rocks will get you socked, yeah
Step on our turf and we swingin at socks and
She givin me brain and im lickin the box
Braniac, sloppin onna maniac
Cruising in the pontiac, zooming with the seat back
Ya mama, aunty, tapped that
Go Go got that gadget
Lyrics like a hood bitch who is gettin ratchet
Fucked her, thats the past tense
She got my dick up in her temple
Im bussin like a pimple all up in her gorgeous pore holes, ugh