KY CYGNI

[Verse]
RIP to Martin Luther, so I bought a Luger
Cannot trust niggas maneuvers
Clash with your pack, sticking the mag to your back
I was so born an abuser and I’m tapdancing the street
Enemies at my feet, feeling like King David
Low back in the breeze, burning eulogies
For those foes I’m slaying, drunken calendar turn over days
Bullets giving mad turnover rates
Still be playing with Glocks and tecs, making sure that I reciprocate
Placing your force in a casket, gripping the four in decorative fashion
There is no torque in your backspin, my ball in court
And I’m shooting the basket
Taking your soul and I weigh part - this ain’t no rap nigga
This is that slave art, so long these days are - fuck a gun law
Still clutching the AR

[Outro]
Smoke a nigar with the cigar, ballet dancer with the moves
All day gander for some shoes, I’m just boxing how I duel (x2)