Tweet My Mixtape

[Intro: Crank Lucas]
Wake up
Eh yo, Wale
Tell Ross holla at me, fool, Crank is cranking beats
All I need is
50,000
And 50 piece from Wingstop
I don't need no bill though, I'm good
It's all [?]

[Verse 1: Crank Lucas]
OK welcome to the funeral
I'm about to go Hiroshima in the studio
First I kill the track, kill the mix, then I kill the booth
Call this song mass murder featuring Dylann Roof
Hope that double ontondra wasn't too soon
God forgive me, cause I'm letting off a few fumes
If your favorite rapper said it, you'd be ecstatic
But I ain't your favorite rapper, so you'll be a faggot
Black lives matter, white lives matter
But white lives ain't the ones out here getting shattered
I think they tryna provoke us to start a racial war
Cause that'll be the last straw to start marshall law
And all you care about is rap beef and who's gayer
But I ain't one of these artists on the coolade
I'll be at your next show with a switchblade
Cut your performance short if you don't tweet my mixtape

[Chorus: Crank Lucas]
I'm bout to make another rap nigga famous, boy
You better watch for your neck, this is danger, boy
I only beef with real niggas, you's a stranger, boy
Y'all done got me in my mode, this is anger, boy
I'm bout to make another rap nigga famous, boy
You better watch for your neck, this is danger, boy
I only beef with real niggas, you's a stranger, boy
Y'all done got me in my mode, this is anger, boy

[Verse 2: Crank Lucas]
I got OCD
I can't listen to shit but my own CD
My attitude is fuck you and what you do in these streets
I be catching murder charges, what I do to these beats
Stuff six bad broads in a charcole van
You greener than a blade of grass, I'm the lawnmower man
Got a plan, and a few stacks with me
To get it crackin like [?] in New Jack City
Your boo that's with me, she the only broad that's sunkissed
She got the coke bottle shape, that I'm in love with
She pull a seven up for me, then hop in the roller
She make sure I'm never thirsty, all this game that I sold her
Cause I treat her like she ugly, but fuck her like she gorgeous
She got holla'd at by every nigga in Prince George's
Darkskin niggas, light skin niggas
Pitch black purple old night skinned niggas
And rappers making G's outta karots
Put the bullets in their head like a pit black power
You talk guns, but that ain't in your DNA
You wouldn't shoot an open J from two feet away
You wanna come and [?] you need parents permission
I be dishing out passes like Jason Williams, assist
Everywhere I go, they love, I rep the district
Really I'm from PG, but they don't know the difference

[Chorus: Crank Lucas]
I'm bout to make another rap nigga famous, boy
You better watch for your neck, this is danger, boy
I only beef with real niggas, you's a stranger, boy
Y'all done got me in my mode, this is anger, boy
I'm bout to make another rap nigga famous, boy
You better watch for your neck, this is danger, boy
I only beef with real niggas, you's a stranger, boy
Y'all done got me in my mode, this is anger, boy

[Verse 3: Wale]
They say I'm smooth, swav, and I glide like a boxer
Mind like a nigga on his last day boxsta
Instead of feeding them [?], this music I feen for
I'm itching to see the door
Welcome
Fake friends, fake broads take all
I spit it so hard, Poseidon, then break jaws
Survive association you using the word [?]
I'm getting the implication they using my name to floss, oh
And Wale, that's my third cousin
I seen him last week, but I ain't heard nothing from him
Wale, that's my girl brother
Man I seen him last month at the club stuntin' with us
Uh-uh try again, mother sucker
Never be in the club with them motherfuckers
I wouldn't go say that I'm the coolest nigga round
But if you had a one, and wiggled it around
And wished that you could be next to the coolest nigga round
You would be astound, cause I'd still be here
Even not seen, they feel me here
A fresh inhale through the filthy air

[Chorus: Crank Lucas]
I'm bout to make another rap nigga famous, boy
You better watch for your neck, this is danger, boy
I only beef with real niggas, you's a stranger, boy
Y'all done got me in my mode, this is anger, boy
I'm bout to make another rap nigga famous, boy
You better watch for your neck, this is danger, boy
I only beef with real niggas, you's a stranger, boy
Y'all done got me in my mode, this is anger, boy