RICH IN BLACK Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It's Lane

Yeah, yeah

Woo

I just copped two amethysts on Tor cause I'm the magic man

I can't smoke enough opps I'll get bored and then spin back again

If you ain't on some cosmic bread I snore and then I laugh, amen

Swear to God, you pussies don't want war

My life been tragic, what is more

A hundred rounds in all my fucking drawers and a switch to match

Turn the lights out for you in Dior dressed up rich in black

Always on point, perform like a sword

Ooh, I hit with that

That's why they run it back

So they can learn some more and spit these facts

I'm factual naturally

So impactful, that's actually

Everybody think they spitting

Until they hear this, get mad at me

My whole life gonna beat your ass

I'm super charged, call that battery

We ain't ever gonna smoke but if we did you can't match with me

Dropping hits, remain stacking green til the lights go out laterally

I'm zooming straight through Saturn rising up above tragedy

If you're smart you'll see the pattern, see the puzzle, this masterpiece

Stay climbing up a ladder with a brush, no one after me

If you think life don't matter, I'll show you how yours has to be

My home between the lines, I won't evacuate happily

This shit all by design, so don't react without passion, please

Cause one day you gonna die and see you could have lived magically

The strongest survive, but most of y'all just a static screen

You see me on TV and then wish you lived a better dream

I'm too high, sipping on Fiji, tripping acid, jet doing rings

I did this way too easy, overdosed on the truest things

I just copped two amethysts on Tor cause I'm the magic man

I can't smoke enough opps I'll get bored and then spin back again

If you ain't on some cosmic bread I snore and then I laugh, amen

I just copped two amethysts on Tor cause I'm the magic man

I can't smoke enough opps I'll get bored and then spin back again

If you ain't on some cosmic bread I snore and then I laugh, amen

Swear to God, you pussies don't want war

My life been tragic, what is more

A hundred rounds in all my fucking drawers and a switch to match

Turn the lights out for you in Dior dressed up rich in black

Always on point, perform like a sword

Ooh, I hit with that