BLADE RUNNERS

Yeah, okay
Yeah, ayy, my nig—, no
I don’t know, somethin' about that didn’t feel like the right spot
I’ma turn this bitch up
Yeah, ayy, huh?
Yeah, ayy, huh? (B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-boom)
My niggas shooters 'cause they revolutionary not hoodlum
Head in the cover said it make 'em feel like Muslim
God’s layin' in the beats, the 808's a bosom
Pop that fool, paow, real niggas need kushin'
And that’s something that my broski
Been rappin' since «Big Cat (Laflare)»
That’s on Oakland,
Niggas smokin' raw dope, bowl full of poki
I cannot relate, I’m high, pussy you potential
Work, Jimmy Kimmel, too fat you a
Oh boy, that’s a rental, business crackin' in the trench
Your nigga is a simp and your momma is a wench
Niggas hate to love you, bitch, you really readin' Willie Lynch
Yo momma is a wench
Yo, what? Yo
Goin' crazy
Yo momma a wench
Ayy, y’all can hear this and y’all can har me?
Okay, there’s anothr drop in here, I’ma wait for that one I think
Pull up like I’m
All my dawgs cute like a gaggle of Corgis
Rappin' so good that they cannot ignore me
Turn my nina on a cop, that’s that
Look, I’m unusual, I’m hyper-Coolio, a Gangsta Paradise
Come with snakey eyes, that’s a, ah
Nigga this ain’t no drill this is overkill
I go static behind the mic, ah
I go static, bitch, you don’t know Jal—, ah
I go static, bitch, you don’t know Jalil
I’m morta-real, that make me hyperreal, not hyperbole
Me and the clique, we just clicked, that’s a hyperlink, ah
My ambition’s like a rider so that’s hyperdrive
Went from a hyper kid to makin' good of hypermind
Ayy, hold on, hold on