[Verse 1]
This beat 66, still haven't mastered shit
I just clean you up, with the nasty shit
Giving me the blunt gotta pass the shit
I don't gotta stunt, I'm an actor bitch
This my life on VHS
Pulling the plug asking what's next
Got my feet on the desk
Ask you what it means, lil' bitch respect
I don't run out of breath
Take a breath if I said too much
Might spike my hair, might spike the punch
I packed the nicest lunch
Turkey and cheese, never doing beef
Got your girl on her knees, I got shiny teeth
Maybe a little yellow, but the breath fresh
Make ladies say hello when I'm best dressed
Smooth like young Melo, hit the left, left
Nothing left, left
[Verse 2]
It's a party so we crashing shit
Hit it hard make it look like an accident
Turn up the volume to max and shit
Gotta cover up now, go and mask my shit
Whip hard got the axle bent
Gotta pitch a tent, gotta switch the rent
Got my pistols loaded and the signal sent
The goose is loose I need a new noose
So I can hang and tell em it ain't no thang
To go and hit 'em with the chide bang
So fucking cold like I got a chain gang
Its loyalty over love, do the math ho
Yeah, you talking shit, you an asshole
Shawty on my dick, nah, no cashflow
Make a dollar quick, take it back all though
That's how the tax go
(Uncle Sam suck my dick ya heard?)
[Verse 3]
Give me the beats I just pick a rhyme
Clocks in the streets I just pick up time
I'm tryna make change so I stick to dimes
My hair Goldilocks I'ma stick to dyeing
I'm dead, nails in the coffins
My bed, is empty often
On read, I left your text
And my teeth be flossing
Freshest of breath
Peace, it's what, I'm tryna discover
My parents tell me I should stick to rubbers
I tell myself I should change my covers
My music stay new tryna stray from covers
Cover the magazine, that's just the top
I made a whole flip, that shit probably flop
At the beach now just kicking up sand
And the toes poking where the lotion?
I be caramel, or maybe low tan
This track make you say gosh damn
You ain't struggling if you don't eat spam
It's Christmas in this bitch
I'm the Grinch, hit a switch
Lucy Lou is my boo
See you not equal
You a bird like a emu
Falling off like cheap glue
Being a leader, that's what the chief do
Diamonds in my toothpaste
Now my teeth blue
Follow me now, that's what the sheep do
Saying I'm the king, nah, just a sheik boo
Cop the Louis or the BAPE, that's my chic boo
Ever since the day they said Uzi was a bad bitch
I done turned around start acting like the savage
That I know I can be, I'm just gulping veggies
Lotta y'all stuck on canned beef
No free promo ain't giving y'all no more
I don't give a fuck ever since I turned it up
All of y'all got FOMO, asking how, ¿como?
Catching a glimpse of the satchel I pimp
This shit made of llama, can't call me a simp
Put that on mama and my mama's mama
I don't need no static, I don't need no drama
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024
