Obsidian Lyrics

Bitch I've been frequently avoiding frequencies

That try to weaken me, visionary

I can peek and see that there's no peak to me

Fuck the peek-a-boo, why would I pick a boo

When every bitch turn a freak for me

I wake up to deities giving me brain

And I don't need a coin for this game

I'm just a criminal always been pivotal

Taking my shot fuck who crowding my lane

Might spray at your dame

Nigga tried stealing my drip and got drained

King of the hill I've been serving propane

And I came out the hills with this flame

Moved to The Flat trapping right next to the tracks

Across from the street where your sister got trained

And all of my niggas been trained we're on go

No you can't hang if you don't know the ropes

Got this rope just to cope with the pain

That I can not exchange with the gang

And I heard you feel the same

Heard that you talked to your broad

Hoping she doing her job

Really out doing you harm

She dropping tea

I'm unhooking her bra

She work for me like that bitch got a job

Find us in your shit just like corn off the cob

Mona Lisa turns to grim reaper real quick

You might get robbed by Mona Lisa

Niggas show up to your house with a big stick

Taking the shot

You might be dead off the dot

Posted with poles right outside of your spot

Community steeple been stapled

I ain't ran from shit but the cops

And my bitch thugging I love it

She don't even run from the cock

We was just kids rolling around in a drop

When that cherry got popped

Blood on the mary you ain't finished rolling

Tried rolling in peace

And niggas start shooting at me

Like they want to kodak the moment

Show me my opponent

I shoot at an op like the breeze

Divide your whole team

What's the quotient

I'm twisting this weed and this lean

That's the potion

Just made me some tea off the teachers

It's golden

Making your bitch give me brain like hypnosis

No games I'm a player she know it I'm boasting

She doing the same cause this dick makes her ocean

Like "Oh shit I'm cumming"

She bust like the seams of this future I'm sewing

Where my diamonds glowing like heaven just opened

And I philosophy

With the most high

Then I inhale and she tells me you know you should get fried

But if I went through hell

I would come out the coldest

All of this white

Make it looks like it's snowing

All of this truth

Got me feeling like Snowden

Yea

I don't know how to be nice no more

I just know my goals

Don’t know if I’m one of a kind

But I’m kind of the one

Chosen my novice was high from the jump

Jump man but I made it a lunge

All of this gas think I made need new lungs

I’m really the shit your stock is taking a plunge

He wanna get wet over swag

Let him nap from the sponge

Only takes one like a Saitama punch

Kids with the chopper just cut from the bunch

Children of the corn

I’m just a husk

Sonic to the coins

The drive is a must

My kids need a trust fund

So it’s funds over trust

If I make it rain then it’s rust or I’m dust

Blunt ashes on open my casket

That’s a hot box if I ever matched it

Need the box locked if I ever latched it or I’m detaching