Militia

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-ta in it
I just bought new car and it got some blunts in it
I just left New York, and I got some Raw Denim
Finna empty out my ones 'cause I know they pumps itchin'
Let it dance!
Let it breathe!
Miss yo' chance
This a tease
Bitch I’m ghost
Rest in peace
Last quarter, hope my album doesn’t leak
They give me that Visa
Got no time for leisure
That bitch is bi-curious
Don’t outsmart the teacher
This shit be the Ether
Beat make me a creature
Turn me to a diva
Let it bang
Don’t got no vest, don’t got no tec
Come to me
Run around y’all like a necklace, I call get to seshin'
Ain’t know stoppin' what’s been destined
Let it breathe
Yeah, yeah, this ain’t real life, no
That’s what it might feel like though
Realize more real than y’all, to the point like
Way up, that ceiling cold
Come down like ski, like snow
Pick hoes eenie me mi mo
All I see is dead people
All I see is dead people, and dead presidents up in my pea coat
Country run by these white people with big egos
Fuckin' 'round I might come deep hoe and son people
Don’t come around, yeah we done deal-o, no
Squad been awake, ain’t go no pillow, I
My outfit black, bitch I’m so metal, not so ghetto
Don’t talk to ops we don’t Rosetta we know better
I go grizzly, I’m so savage, there’s no effort
The flow Teflon, I go where they ain’t go ever
This mind ascension had to wait
, and I’ll see you in September