[Verse 1: Ellz]

Let go my oreos, black and white bitch tutorial

Klump of money professor that bitch is nutty I let her

Go crazy in membrane insane abdula she gave me that ablingada

So proper that intellectual Intel Pentium Processor

I'm a Mac though, French hoes get macaroons

Act a fool not them feelings is passive to all aggression

Discretion I take my anger and let it wreck 'em

In places they never let them a nigga to enter

Unless they feel em leave breathless so much I kill 'em

I'm peakin' though weird nigga not rapping like this two years ago

Matter of fact, not rapping like this even two weeks ago

It makes no sense in vehicles with no tints

And my reefer low, milky girl jump in cereal

'Till it get soft and leave the bowl

Full of weed and some Keisha smoke

If she not full of steeze and po-

Rican name Kiki show you the function of p-p

Need you to leak me that Wiki

Gimme that knowledge and brief me

Explore the pillar of freedom

Mission accomplished you've breached me

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They ask for love, I gave them hell

I blow my smoke, she paint her nails

She say my name, I tell her "Go"

She asked me "why?" I tell her this is all I know

This is all I know, this is all I know

All I know, this is all I know

This is all I know, all I know

This is all I know, This is all I know

All I know, this is all I know

[Verse 2: Cherele]

Don't blink, nigga fall down the rabbit hole

Survive in a land full of radicals

Find me up high where the ladders go

Dare me to fly and I catapult

Under OG wings that live by codes

Bad with the good, keep a gun and a rose

Me? Bang, you? hit; won't reverse those roles

These flows my hoes, got plenty of those

Uh-huh, okay, won't change my ways

I can make a knight kneel, make an atheist pray

Really there's not enough time in the day

I'll howl at the moon, fiending for Wolf Greys

Building my fashion like a runway

Niggas in Paris ain't got my taste

I should make these birds come iron my cape

Realize everybody ain't got my traits

Sip 40's, rolling up Marley

Switching gears, vroom-vroom like a Harley

Feel you hardly, scream fuck authority

Running that green like Vince Lombardi

Ran out of sorries, you'll never hear 'em

Hope they catch that, no interfering

Should fucking charge by the bar, spitting art on the wall

Every verse is my museum, nigga

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