Universe

[Verse 1: Lil Keith]
Haps and hurl ya gats, listen boy check ya map
I'm killin songs, I do it without a rap
Half of you hoes got issues fuckin, with Mess
I know you know, I know you know who won't fess
Broken bottles with some bats, we ain't fighting fair
Just throw your hands up in the air
Got eyes like fire, with my boys at my back
My name's not Pat, so don't send Jack Black
Even though, my arm trims and I walk with the limb
Call the Exorcist, cuz the Devil done got to him
Right arm with the ham and that's what i'm talkin about
Goin through what I went through, there's a way out
Next door to Mexico, I get it thirteen six
I roll with the Trinity, this is sorta the Matrix
Pay Per View suicide we all die tonight
We struggling and starving but we still alright
Come on everybody sing along if you heard it
Slant-nose Porche with the whole damn kit
That's right, fuck you too nigga, yeah! I don't care
Yeah man just throw your hands up in the fucking air
Not even near done, yeah man this was just my first verse
Feeling aggressive wanting to kill someone like I got a curse
Hell yeah I am the rap god and you gonna serve
Because I was Astronomical, then cosmic now in the universe

[Verse 2: Lil Keith]
Money ain't a thang, switchin lanes unstoppable like Low Chainz
Sparkin that shit up with propane, put my album in there and cause a fire this shit insane
I make these hoes sick of me
Though I got a son that I barely even see
Flowing and rolling and goin sippin on that hennessey with all my peeps spitting heat every song that shits complete!
From Whirl-winds to whirl-pools, see wise watch the earth spin
It's like everyday, I greet my niggas with a grin
I spit facts on stage and all you hear is a cough
If Extreme Shade was here I would blast him with the sawed-off
To let me hear my name mention, trynna gain attention
The good is slowly fading; they feelin all the tension
Niggas who'll melt your ice, and snatch your wife
I'm not an emo nigga but i'm tired of living this life
All these haters after me like i'm a god damn foe
I would fuck you up with my bars, yeah i'm a damn pro
In the 21st century stop handcuffin hoes
Six hundred dollar a weasel, you got digit clothes
Was in trial, now we on with the session
Make a left down Indian Springs, toward northern direction
I was Astronomical, then cosmic, then interstellar i'm in the universe
This is my second verse and i'm not tired these haters hurt
Dissing all these faggots I don't care if I make shit worst

[Verse 3: Lil Keith]
Ridin the city streets in a black Benz, Lexus
She, could be all the way from Texas
I don't care, white or black!
Look at shorty right there, with the six-pack
And now I'm left nursing things that hurt
Thinkin that he gone so berzerk, this jerk is just desert
Snap out of that hypothetical daze from flicking filters aimlessly
I hope this don't sound weird but Asia I wanna fuck you in the anus G
Was spitting bars with Troy now i'm with Tyrone its not the end
Look at the next track its time to get my revenge