Cream Motor (Intro)

Bitch I ain't no babysitter Imma dope spittah Opposite of a quitter Weavin my tale See I'm more of a knitter I got this basket of bad shit Wit the fibers to back it And a handle made out of my hunger for rappin Y'all niggas is simpin and sappy I am just simply magic The new chosen one So Harry needs to know he's back to playing understudy I'm mixed wit a skin that's muddy And a dusty culdesac The biggest vocab yo ass will ever hear on wax So the clearer that I speak the more this shit slaps God of destruction Just snapped so lemme take a nap I know my fucking worth, A star, my mama birthed We'd prolly be on better terms if she ain't burn these bridges No self-control But that's ok, the dark-skinned Phoenix has risen I'm puttin family first, so ain't that just some nepotism I'm puttin family first, so ain't that just some nepotism Sittin in the crib, sippin dat cream soda I'm whippin up the sauce, they call it a cream motor Sittin in the crib, I'm sippin dat cream soda Whippin up the sauce, I call dat a Cream Motor Gave a strap to a beluga Call it Killa Whale They tried to steal my wind They wanna slice up all my sails I'm like a lone wolf I eat the pussy raw I'm drippin juice and sauce From my feral maw And I don't start no trouble, but I'll turn yo soul to rubble And if you try to steal my flow I'm watching all you hoes like Hubble I got the sauce so thick They call it dat cream Yo girl swallow it Its Sage's spicy special beam I heard they drown up in it Even if they could swim Y'all niggas outta whack I think that you need a trim I let the shadows brim They keep me safe at night Without this music shit, all I'd do is trap or fight Its Mr.Underground Its Mr.Moniker She spinnin on my dick She's Ms.Hanukah It's Yung Ashura All you other niggas basura Puta Check it Yeah Imma rap like ain't ever spit a day in my life And Imma sit on these fruits of labor Until they turn ripe Snipe a dove, then wear its feathers as a headdress Flow so fucking dope, it put yo ass on bedrest Bend the pussy over, bust it open She gave me head, I gave her ibuprofen I'm the nigga bitches want But they don't deserve It's reciprocal for all the times that they swerved So imma let the Rari roar when I cope Buss a move up the steps, get the bands and never stop I think these niggas need a mop, cause they a mess The rebels move on my command, and my behest Like my home address, you bitches seem hallow I'm bout to grow out the fro, like my nigga Rallo Like my nigga Rallo, most y'all can't find answers at the bottom of the bottle But still go full throttle And still gon kill yo self You don't care about your health or wealth I understand Damn