SPIKY BOiz

Bitch, I do my dance at 99 Ranch

Yeah, yo, uh-huh, yeah, yo

A metaphorical wizard, a metaphorical blizzard

These metaphors is better off cuffed and locked in a prison

Ain't any bodies can take on antibiotics

Anybody can be a body or be a homi' in the wrong position

Diagnostic, I'm so high, fly on a higher octave

Toxic, eyes wide staring at the apocalypse

Sippin' from pearl goblets, with gold droplets

The cover that I write in my tablet is all ostrich

Songs of elegant psalms that I call my hostage

Harmonica plays with a xylophone and pays homage

Exposing fake theories in the quantum physics

Jails with more blood on the floor than a Compton visit

That's why I play in the clubs, lotta girls and thugs

Wu-Tang, thought I was a kid the way I play with plugs

Don't underestimate the power, instead you should bless the cape

Barbershop talk, ask around, I'm in the best of baits

Damn, heard you still calling a deal

Your A&R went AWOL so you ain't driving for real

Man down, spent your whole budget on cribs in the hills

And called it work but nothing to show but a bitch

You crashed out cold, bossa nova and pill

Those clothes are from hoes that dispose you to thrift at the Real, that how I get it

Going hard to dine in the yard with all the Afrobeat broads, you don't ever record

I made a sacrifice around the time I couldn't afford a sack of rice

So when I got it, blowing it like a saxophone with bad advice

A tragic life to live, where false perception get your hoes excited

Plus you sold the rights to all your writers, spent it all on ice, and

No cake with all that icing

What you gon' do next? Pawn shop pricing

Rich song 'cause my dick long and they drive crash

Tired of you ****, on ya neck, I'm on your ascot

Proud of my ****, he got out and kept his nose clean

Hold my brother down, I'm standing ten until my toes sting

Pretty girl, PG county got me in a choke, I mean

If she on my mind, she ain't just fine, she the dopamine

ISSI on my body, call it Amy 'cause ain't I?

Can't get on my plane so they complaining, they ain't fly

Hate because their money ain't straight, pockets gay, huh?

Fake it till they make it, **** AI, fuck it

Shrooms, drugs

Tell 'em Zero gang in the club

Tell 'em Wu-Tang in the club

Lemonade chain, pucker up

This world corrupt

But that don't mean shit, I fuck it up

Just tell me where we meeting, **** floor it

Bitch couldn't believe it was us

This world corrupt

But that don't mean shit, I fuck it up

Tell 'em Zero gang in the club

Tell 'em Wu-Tang in the club

Aye, lil' baby so magnetic like a door stop

Tipsy off the 4th shot, fuck a happy end, I'm not the one to plot against

Pissin' off the D.O.P, I'm never switchin' for the lens

You be rappin' for the hoes, I'm a steadfast

Never change the vision for these lame ass

Y'all be gettin' baked but I'm just posted where the cake at

Batter, batter, batter, gunnin' for that four letter

Is it milli or the mammal? Your pocket in need of scandal

My pocket is safe, I got no fear in my heart, I'm paid in the land of the brave

She don't ever dress up but except when she go to the rave

Rappers never rappin' on the beat 'less it's drownin' in bass

But move in your pace

I paint a picture, you just spreadin' a propaganda

Rocket been takin' off and she gave me a proper landing

I went through hell and back and still never sniffin' no dandruff

I don't got all my answers, you livin' off advances

And you takin' pride in the gimmick, uh

Only for the paper will I fly into the premise

Fashion nova love you 'cause your album full of fillers

The hype done got you gassed, your fans decreasin' when it simmers

But it's not my business