FEMME FATALE Lyrics

I ain't sneak dissing, she knows

I ain't with that fake shit, she knows

I ain't with that gram flexing, she knows

I ain't with that gang shit, she knows

I ain't with fake thugs, she knows

I ain't with fake love, she knows

I ain't with that lame shit, I ain't with that cringe got money in the bank shit

Supervillain stance, I got sons in the game shit

I run with the plans, all the rest shooting strays bitch

Take my name once, twice, thrice. I kick your face in

Fly-est in the game, you lot looking like cavemen

Pull the receipts

I am the messiah, a dog on the leash

I spark up the fire, a trip to the east

My soul won't expire, my presence gon speak

Call your supplier, I bring all the heat. Okay

Run up, put it down, don't let it function on clout. Don't let it plummet the vowels

She talking money, she talking (my) language now

I pull up for the fetti and bounce

Di Di Di, don't make a sound

This ain't just lyrical, this for the clouds

I'm smoking an ounce, bumping that e-40 loud

Uh uh, Feel like Anakin, she my evil twin

Uh uh, keep the grass cut, snakes slither in

Uh when it's up, match the buzz, we keeping no friends

Uh uh, ecstasy for my fiends. Bleeding thru the pen

Uh uh, get it from the source, fuck the middlemen

Uh, with the Canon it's a motion picture, no Edison

Uh, bitches biting all my flows like it's medicine

Uh, uh, life of a sinner but I'm heaven-sent

I take the streets around me, floating through a shackled cell

I go to hell and back, surviving weathers pretty well

I did not get the money, sitting, digging up no wells

I sit and reminisce when I see her going through the spells

I'm saving all the souls, I need no ice pack

Black and white moves, Feeling like I'm Mike Jack

I'm all about the peace, push me and I fight back

Left jab, left jab, right hook right jab

Money gymnastics, I stretched the paper, the flow dramatic

David lynch with the fashion

I severed my head, what I'm spitting is madness

Ice a bandit

Don't simmer the pan, if you live with the famine

No man's an island. I move like I'm hanks my life ain't just casted

I don't stick with rules

Panopticon watch for the island of fools

I water the root

The light of my shine gon bring me the fruit

I had mastered the booth, Clark Kent with the vision I came to refute

I'm in pursuit, of all of the things that money can route

All out of patience, I'm calling the medic

My mind to the mark, I know Ima get it

I am the greatest, bitch I'm prophetic

If you against it we going to war

Spar, the ghost of Machiavelli

Marauder mask on, pharmaceuticals

All of your raps generic

I put the gang on when I had it they got condescending

You rap bout racks on racks, all your shit's pathetic

If I carry it well it's heavy

But if I'm speaking of sigils, I'm the voice, hermetic

I am the son, the spirit. The gun, the lyrics, the passion, the wisdom. That runs the visions. That saves the kin, that saves the children

(Hook)

I ain't sneak dissing, she knows

I ain't with that fake shit, she knows

I ain't with that gram flexing, she knows

I ain't with that gang shit, she knows

I ain't with fake thugs, she knows

I ain't with fake love, she knows.