Blue Moon

Look too many chiefs Not enough Indians I rather not beef I rather be in the Caribbean Rapping all these years And You ain't got nothing left Overboard with the subs Keep talking under your breath Holdup This time I'll entertain the fake thugs So they can give me fake love I mean that's what a snake does They want to eat the cake crumbs Make like I'm dumb And try to sleep with the same broads Who already made me cum Look in a Blue moon You'll get a response I'm in the upper echelons I don't know what you thought All the battles that I fought I won't fight in your Secret Wars I turned off my notifications Most likely you'll get ignored I shouldn't have to hit record With VA Sam on the boards But rappers these days Love to die by the sword At your own expense That's something you can't afford So there's really no point I'm putting up high scores Yo, Uh a lot of people Need to know their roles I'm on top of the totem pole Yeah I'm young But got the oldest souls My cup runneth overflows And it shows Don't get exposed You can lead a horse to a brook Can't make em' drink it I feel like you're satisfied With the little things like trinkets And why you mad because I say the things before you think it And shoot down attempts And ever sub, I have to sink it, uh Yo They don't hate mine They just hate theirs I haven't popped a xanny in like 8 years Do the math You straight weird Like you've been a model citizen Ironically you're the synonym I know I'm killing him Indian summer is like my Iliad I'm the town drunk But you're the village idiot I think it's time to hang up all the turncoats I'm no longer interested In return notes I'm too real no face tats or dreadlocks You're following suit Neck in the noose, headlock uh I'm confused with the animosity And I don't want to kill cat Because of his curiosity It's always the one rapper with no discography Swears that they're the greatest man I'm sick of the hypocrisy Yo and You know this thing is not for me And it's not the way it's got to be Blue Moon