The Crescent Moon and the Rising Sun

Hailing from the Chopper City Weather leaves you hot and sticky Leopard print I ain't no kitty Pussy boys can mock No pity Simmer down bitch I'm burning up in the ash Don't sift me Yung Mutt in the cut got to duck the 50 Been popped twice Fuck a cop Nothing nice comes from the system's gritty grip I sip the uzi face don't look so pretty Bitch, I grip the tec so loosely Leave you feeling chilly Bitch, I'm from Gentilly Don't want to count a Milli Smoking all my cash in a Philly Kill me bitch I will be free in a world where you can't bill me, uh Nina Simone up in my ear while I debate to take my life Bunch of voices all i hear Paranoia in my eyes. Got them fuckboys in my sight Bits of organs on my knife Mirror image from the tinted that reminds me that I'm Christ sucka Boogeyman under your covers I hover above the street gutters No there ain't another Forever I'm packin the thunder and snuffer And popping these uppers I kill for my brothers Welcome to the last supper Thanks for coming Now close the shutters motherfucker