2019 Impalas

Yea Danzo nigga Got the $how behind me you know Yea CliqueShit Yea I'm having thoughts that my generation is lost See I lost in this battle inside my mind that I once had fought I feel distraught Really I feel that you is at fault For killing my mood, you pointed a semi at it and shot Now my temper rising Attempting to commit battery, I'm just energizing No bunny, aint shit funny No laughter after I massacre any rapper Cleaning my closet like Marshall Mathers I read you like a book and this here is your darkest chapter When I trap ya up in Hades with Cerberus barking after My arctic rappin is nothing less than a blizzard These niggas are all some chicken I'll snap their necks and make gizzards Sounds scrumptious I wear a latex suit 'cuz yall on that f*ck shit Im getting way less loot than some other players so she treat me like a peasant When the dough looking pleasant, she call, Imma be like "What bitch?" You wasn't calling when I wasn't balling Now I'm important as Michael Jordan so cut the supporting, Darling I only f*ck with A1 since Day 1's and down ass hoes, mmkay hun Light a spliff in the lab Use the gift of my craft Then I blab 'bout my life nigga say sumn I been dwelling in the underground Shoutout The Void and of course The Fort, they something wild Bet 187 send you to heaven, you done it now Best call a reverend or Mac-11 gone thunder down Of course I mean that shit metaphorically But these boys forcefully fork the 4 in your face and knock you like Dorothy(Boots) So I advise you to run away when they(Shoot) 'Cuz they don't give no f*ck You got a dollar, still they pop ya just to steal yo buck 50% don't feel no love or feel no luck But shit I'll be dammed if I'm here forever Hanging like chandelier with a candle near on the dresser Praying to God hoping I land on ears And a great opportunity start pursuing me Soon to be that nigga, yessuh F*ck a hook, f*ck a chorus Keep it goin, keep it goin nigga Yea I apologize in advance To all you guys, I had killing yall in my plans You dropped your cover art and a track as well that's wack as hell Think you stealing all of my fans Heard you squealing but you still with all of my friends I envision all of your blood spilling all in my hands Got this shit looking like Elfen Lied or Death Note I'm dope like meth, coke, amphetamines, upset throats Give you bitches upset throats That's a subliminal diss To all you dimwitted imbeciles with your pitiful Miniscule flow, trynna express how much you a criminal In reale, you posin' like a centerfold Look man When you say you servin', I'm thinking 'bout drive-thrus When you say you sick, I'm just thinking 'bout swine flu When you say you in the field, I'm thinking NFL Prolly got your whole swag delivered in the mail Trynna look like Ian Connor like he your father You primadonnas prolly suck his penis while drinking pina colada If I seen a dollar every time they reach and holla I'd a been rollin' up in them 2019 Impalas CliqueShit