Eye Of The Storm ft. Anno Domini Beats Lyrics

Bring the gusto when I get a wind

Hurl cane like crack getting picked

Up by Ian or Katrina I tend to kick

Up a storm God put me in again

My eye sight finna go make me the center

Of attention

I be winning I go within a livid

Environment that'll wish that Imma go get to lynching

Myself cuz I be in this position

To diss positions cuz of my disposition

No fucks I'm giving

Like Virgins with chicks

Get Sauer when I'm gripping Sigs

No Razer mouses when I get with clique

Getting clout and a gale's how I get my winds

Jacking Jill for the hill I wither in

With her in my bed ballsy licking the dick

Keep spitting like a candle's lit

I'm wicked

Y'all finna hang on by a string

On WEF puppeteering shit

Forever in my debt you better not pretend

That the credit you finna get is less

With me in charge to speak

See me like American Express on my lonely

Cut to the Chase like JP Morgan seeking

That I withdraw but I know I need to

Kick addictions to vocally emptying

People pockets when the flow's on beat

Never cater with the cadence I speak

I be playing complacent emceeing

Fuck a placement with hating fiends

Or motherfuckers that'll pray for beef

When I go Hindu when the K'll leak

Like Bok Choi finna go merry

With lining Red Dots with the hair piece

Of your dame with the way I'm aiming

Paint the planet red when I spray it

But I'm rapping offering to reach to a height

Where I never come up short they seem to despise

That I stand too tall keep it fly

Get between my Levi better see just why

It's in your jeans when the D's inside

Your mouth, go Mercato fiending whining

Dom Perignon is creeping so fly

Magazines popping off leaving him nines

Out of ten

Shots are bringing Harleys that'll ride

Cuz the choppers always hogging on the mic

But I never had to run with Gang Beasts all the time

When I got Fall Guys showing up in a Fortnite

Y'all are shotty getting pumped with the four five

Only pop if you busting like Coke, right?

Hoes are getting so fucked like sticking

My dick in a casting couch my come up

Finna go and get so motherfucking nutty

Imma dump em all cuz bitches are trash

Turn it up a Notch with my Mind craft

I'm Herobrine getting gold, type to last

With the diamonds all forged inside of the ash

Neck is froze I'm cut throat

With the rap

Get to grips with the fact Imma outlast

Motherfuckers who be dullards with their crap

The eye of my storm is where I be at

And the calm always be leaving so damn fast

I have no choice, get a hand and clap back

HOT97 can kiss my ass

With DJs they let loose to scam

Up and coming artists out of their cash

Never again will I fall for that crap