#rapanr

Eyes barely open and I'm glued to the backseat

Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me

This shit must got something in it, niggas slipped some crack with weed

Ain't no crack up in the windows I can barely even breathe

Got me fumblin' and trippin' almost passed the blunt to Cee

Got it cloudy in the Bentley niggas squinting tryin' to see

And they don't know what time it is but I know it's time to eat

Ridin' dirty bumping, ridin' dirty know how that shit be

One day your hear and the next day you going on repeat

With that nine up in my reach, 'cause right now dyin' ain't for me

Mayne this pine got me sleepy but I'm too high to go to sleep

Bust a hooter when you rollin' potent as you s'posed to be

You be rollin' and smokin' 'em back to back consistently

Keep movers, Dutches to Phillies, Garcias, or Swisha Sweets

Young savage don't really care just put that shit in the air

Smokin' on purple ease my mind

This that shit that we get high to, yeah

It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep your nine

I wanna be your lover, your best friend

Your Batman, Spider-Man

Fighter pilot shooting down your rivals and

I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up

I wanna be the one that feel you up

On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up

I wanna be the one to build you up

A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah

And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder

Pull you under

Toss my hopes out, Royal Rumble

We done moved out to the boondocks

Built a big house, there he wonders

How somewhere along the way

He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler

I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant

When you rich, niggas don't wanna correct you

Say something crazy, they won't interject

Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you

Dangerous when it's nobody to check you

I be havin' to check myself

Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty

I be havin' to spread my wealth

I used to be at the crib myself

7 years old, off of Bragg Boulevard

Where they bag up the raw

They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls

And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws

Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star

And I ran into you like I met you before

Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy…”

Kind of bent, hopped a fence

Cut across a playground and laid down in the cemetery

Reflecting on my past, present, and current events

Speech slurring venting to the moon I swear she was answering me

Not literal, but in the spiritual sense

We spoke me, myself, and I, but I wasn't alone

In fact it felt that picture of a beach with footprints and the sand

You know the poem hanging in grandmama's home

Where does love come from?

Where does it go when it's gone?

What takes its place?

And why does that space turn hard as stone?

Another year I am older today

In many ways I've grown

But in my head them questions still they roam

Riding the bike she said it's like cycling in circles

With your eyes closed

No hands blind faith is what she called it man

Said life's an ocean with a lot of commotion

Once you dive in, yeah it's deep

But if you could swim it ain't mattering…”

- Scarub

I've severed scores of orators

Rappers fall onto all fours like minotaurs

With Jedi Mind and the planetary be bombin this

We stayin one step above you like a pharmacist

With Ominous detonate the bomb

Heads dread hallucinogenics in Vietnam

I spit a psalm create bombs like an Iraqi

Swear on the bible and then lie to Ecclesiastes

Assault and battery

Battle me that'll be what splits you

Store enormous amounts of energy in a pistol

We boa constrict you

The gods are militant

You faggots couldn't go the length

Like you was impotent, you ignorant

Your whole click gets split in half

You step in allah's path, and face allah's wrath, WHAT

🔥🍁🫐💨

Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire 🔥

Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher

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Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire

🔥🍁🫐💨

Got a lil' bit of blueberry yum yum, and I never would of thought that it could taste this good,

Thank God for the man who put it in my hood,

It's got me singing melodies I never thought I would.

I'm feelin' sorry for the homies who be smokin' wood.

Chop chop, break it down for a player like me ye ye ye ye ye ye,

I'm 'bout to find me a woman that skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet,

I'ma keep smoking 'til I reach my peak peak peak peak peak peak peak peak peak,

Or 'til I'm stuck, and my body feels weak weak weak weak weak weak,

Headed down to the dungeon, wonderin', if they got some more,

Well, if they don't, then I'ma have to settle fah some dro.

But it just ain't cool 'cause right on afta, I'ma have to go

And continue on my mission, fishin', for the yum yum, but I'm movin' slowww

No Cutlass motor knockin' because it is a lemon 🍋

I like them Georgia peaches but you look more like a lemon 🍋

These sour apple bitter bitches I'm not fuckin' with 'em 🍋

I'm truly stupid paid, that's just how I feel today 🍋

I'm movin' slow 'cause codeine syrup's in my lemonade 🍋

I'm standin' in the shade and I'm sellin' lemonade 🍋

Six hundred a pint, the goin' rate off in the A 🍋

Lemonade diamond bracelet, put it in your face 🥶

Lemonhead diamond earrings I wore yesterday 🥶🍋

I'm pimpin' wearin' lemon, that's just how I'm chillin' 🍋

I'm smokin' grits and sellin' chickens, Corvette painted lemons

It's Gucci!

Want a description? Her body's sickening

I can be her prescription, I can be her physician

Sexual healing: I can be her religion

And now, she's kneeling, praying to the ceiling

I bless her as if she sneezed—must be the weather

I dress her: I am her sleeves, I am her feathers

She's fly—flyer than you, flyer than me

I love her; she loves me, too; I love her three times

More than her mom; time will tell that I'm the nigga that

She should—we should be wherever she wanna be on a

Late night, midday, A.M., just say when

And I know I be with cavemen, but never mind them

She's "Poison," and I am Michael Bivins

See, I know that y'all don't hear me, but she does; we does

What grown folk do when they had too much to drink, and I think

We done had too much to drink, and…”