super slushed

Back from the dead (say what?) call me Sauron First thing to do when I make it, put the guys on Late night pull up at the spot, got my style on Said she wanna link up all she hear is dial tone And don't even try to text I just wanna be alone Why you call me you just got me out my zone Might go back in time, crush another stone This STUcard shit never left my ass alone We was out in Paris on BS but I keep it real Haven't touched the cup in a while but im down to spill Brody took half 'fore the lane, he don't need a meal Superman geeked on a plane, don't know how to feel The way we was getting bent Every week was so intense We had everything on deck Man it didn't make no sense And if you don't show respect we gon' put your ass to rest Now all the real ones left and we still don't speak on — Me and Mo in the stu and we super slushed Plug just came through so I gotta double up Speakers burinin' from the shit we cookin' up Try to hurt me but I don't give a — Too many demos on my phone might have demoitis Spitting sick, check the flow think I got bronchitis Dirty up the cup, got me cold, like a flue or virus Everything I touch turn to gold better call me Midas Back with the runners Back on heartbreak soldier shit Back with the brothers Back on my f*ck sober shit My plug told me need a chill but I still copped a fifth Night time rides through the vill' back when we was lit Magic in the mix got me working autopilot Took another sip my vision turning violet Geeking again, take a seat, and recline it Wanna comprehend gotta deep how I'm rhyming Heat in demand, so the heat, I supply it Grease in the pan, like the beat, I just fry it Leaf in the air, smell so sweet, I don't mind it Said you wouldn't leave but the truth, you was lying No love for no hoe, why you thinking you be special I'm always on the go, I can do it any weather Drop a flow, do a show, discrepancies you can't measure I'm a boss you a rat, this a different way of getting cheddar Me and Mo in the stu and we super slushed Plug just came through so I gotta double up Speakers burinin' from the shit we cookin' up Try to hurt me but I don't give a — Too many demos on my phone might have demoitis Spitting sick, check the flow think I got bronchitis Dirty up the cup, got me cold, like a flue or virus Everything I touch turn to gold better call me Midas