TOP BOI SHIT ft. Sir Kir Lyrics

They say people change like the seasons

All you have to do is peep the reasons

I'm the saint amongst these demons Seems like I don't need a set of chains or a range To show my lyrical range

I don't need a buy face

Because my mindset won't change

I don't need no chains I ain't no slaves

Fuck our image of generational hate

Looking down on one another When we should be helping each other

Instead we institute violence Towards our brothers and lovers

Yeah you blew up for the clout Or should I say fame

That's what they all say

They call it love but really it's fake

If only you knew what I had to lose In order to gain

I've been living my life through this interface If you sneak this and say it to my face

Internet dissing, Got you looking like a pussy

I get it you were number one Now you're number nun

How bout of body you with no assist

I'm a hard KULLID with my fists raised Like Malcolm X Fuck my ex because I'm vexed

Don't spam my cellular with your texts

Don't even drunk dial for the sex

I'm glad they know I'm next I am the young apex Predator that be reeling in All these amateurs and our famish

Look at all of this carnage A whole lot of Elephant graves filled with these bodies Homicide be like genocide

Splitting against me that's suicide

Bitch niggas really ain't down to slide

Except for the bitches DM's

I free flow from AM to PM

Why you trying to flow against my wave When you got the mindset of a slave

Currently I'm in the loo Doing a number two

While I'm writing a number one before you

Yeah shitted on the flow

Whilst you addicted to the yayo I'm saucy like mayo

I'm a cold blooded lyrical killer and I do as I say so

They mad I mold to flow like play-dough Like play-dough

Hitting my phone and I'm ghost Giving me my bread or you toast

A lot More sure I'm doing the most

You get the bag and you boast

So I know your bag is a flooze I set the bar

that you cannot Except when you're hitting the post That is a roast

Stop what you're talking I'm very important You're more of a host

Chucking up W's You know I fuck you Cause you be repping the west coast Yes hoe

We have the boat That you do not

I already know You're making that rain

While I'm making the snow

Cause my flow is more cold

Than you're holding the rope Wait hold up

Give me the dollars I got no time to be stepping on brothers

Brother magnated to green And brown

Both of my colors I ain't no slave

No way ain't no death But I'm ghosting

All these bitches that be feeling me Silky soft lotion

So I rub it in Now she wet

shit get deep

Talking ocean Hammer nails into the coffin

Thor son talking Odin There bekke can klap

till bekke klap Swollen

Elsa with the flows Got them frozen