Melancholia (feat. Kwamikaze & Artistyk Junky)

I done smoked my weed up On the tour I'd Re Up If I frame a picture it ain't mona lisa Play the course just keep up And adore them sneakers Been reclining on tough rhyming Don't call me a nigga Make a move in the summer Don't be losing my number Probably get you some piff Maybe shoes for your hummer Maybe jewels for your momma Can't approve for these suckers Gangsta's paradise right That's word to Coolio's mother Spark a blunt because I'm chilling I get used to tha feeling These niggas bitching and crying They kinda remind me of krillin Thinking how did it happen On these tracks I be snapping of course Eating now pass me a fork F*ck using napkins I'ma President nigga I'm the shit when I'm rhyming this mean Lit like I ride with a beam Damn you a vulture I'ma tha man for tha culture Smoked a gram as I woke up Don't give a dammit Get back handed For tearing my roaches We some presidents nigga Know you think you a animal Team will turn you to Danimal juice Replacing your mantle A hundred eighths I could handle And bet I stay on toes like the break Of your sandal Add a negative with you Shot your president hope he dead as A relative figure Say my presence is something gifted Inherited Nigga If I do wrong don't believe the whole Narrative Paragraphs pull your cards like a Tarot can Chips on my shoulder like a pirate or A parrot can Head on the world you feeling Towered like Paris can Photosynthesis I move these plants Not a terrorist But I often bit myself don't need a Speech or a therapist Scale of 10 on a skeleton How much is too much arrogance How much is too much paper when Niggas living in deficit Drugs is a definite Rappers need to edit it Viruses need a host and niggas Looking like Letterman  Devil don't dare to send me to hell I Got hella sin Said the boy might burn you smell Like the peak of my cannabis Still as a mannequin at your door like An ambulance Said you live in a paradigm it's like Kwami in wonderland Never back down my background Tried to peace shit But you full of it like trump's Impeachment The riots and the looting ain't just for Some cheap shit We jus know a civil protest didn't Mean shit At least not to the world Man this shit bananas Black lives don't mean shit to them And they'll prove it right to the Fucking cameras Judged by twelve or carried by six NFL draft niggas for lease It's not my pick Y'all were told it was a gun And not a pick for my fro Black hair black power Notice the fist on it though Wear cotton but ain't picking it Though It make me sick to my soul Because motherfuckers think this Shit is a joke It's really here the time to put your Pride to the test Shot in the back beat to death or a Noose on ya neck Y'all lost our respect Now we know our breed is the best Because if we're seen then we're seen As a threat What's with the competition And who are you to take a nigga only Pot to piss in Just to give him a permanent spot in prison motherfucker