BLK FM/Noir (feat. WolphGnarly)

Don’t take no photos wit my bitch And I turn location off There’s no need for them to know who I be with I got like plenty on my dick And it’s like a full time job On the way to Hatfield strip On my lonesome Henny on the double blurry vision to the Domesome Way this girl been looking at me looking at I think that she want some I been Uncle Faouzi chicken licken wit the sauce huh Heard I got connections they been asking for the password Yea looking for a place to park it I been lit looking like it’s getting dark here My niggas only niggas when they wanna Til the sun up Only show up for the come up Like Marajuana, way too loud My ears bleed n that’s on my momma Drama, problematic when they pull the gun up Trouble Problematic when I pull got alla these niggas on aim Then I’m surfing their wave, killing their game (yeah word) Put me on stage I’m rearranging the game And that’s probably cause, most of these characters rap the same Man I’m bussin’ through chains tryna make change Assisting the frame of mind to loneliest the thugs Feelings arise when you chasing dreams and a vision That just can’t matched or attached to a certain cause, yeah this year of the underdog Cadence legendary, if we talking we facts Quality checking my competition if there’s any Got plenty of smoke of lined up To any and everyone who be thinking that my times up CAUSE I’m making plays in the field while y’all huddle up AND I’m making waves in sea’s that y’all drowing in Collateral damage to any rapper that ain’t good enough Pardon, had to laugh at their jargon Cause I just scramble these flows while you all is niggas toast LEO