Backwood Brad x Young G Ball x Thicc Criss - Black Stache Interlude

Battle scars longer
Than Antonio Tarver
Defending the fortress
Clinching a cane
Ima Alfie Solomons
This for Killmongers
In war paint
Screaming war chants
With tomahawks
Like relatives of
The great Tatonka
Take em hostage
Or burn the garbage
That's where I
Rank ya roster
Working harder
That energy surge
Make you hate Ibaka
Hate imposters
Posing as king
Over cautious
Read ya posture
Your Will
Wouldn't even
Serve as Serena's father
Greedy pirates
See me trying
Off Alabasta island
Black-stache
Beat crocodile
And a whole a fleet of rivals
Each defiled
Pull out Miss Sunday
My reach is wild
Sanji style
One teep
Better peep his vitals
Eat ya wheaties
Make amends
I'm fighting
To feed
My momma
Greet the kami
I walk alone
I don't need alliance
That long road
Turn into easy mileage
Freedom writer
Not to be confused
With Ukraine
And the freedom fighters
I don't think that you get me
And if you do
Convince me
I'm all over ya skin
They starting to call me pigment
I'm too contagious with the grind See anybody can get it
Broken beat done met the ball and
I came to fix it
I hate talking to a clown
I get a lil ignorant
Cus everything that I say
They get a lil offended
Haters getting angry
Shade they throwing ain't pending
Why she tasting tangy
I had to kick her off the premise
Gotta control ya self
A lot of shit can be so tempting
They think I'm stealing
All they bitches
Don't want me attending
You ain't gon block me in or
Keep in up in the fencing
I make it hard for you see like
Over tent the tenting
I love the music
I create from time to time
I'm venting
I escalate on the create
It be fresh it's minty
And when it come down
To the friendly Benji
I'm saving up
Even the darkest penny
I gotta get me plenty
Yea how you like that
Managing emotions
Is a live topic
Dropping bombs
Right in front me
Like I'm supposed to
Dive on it
Ironic
You make jokes
When the flys open
But this
Dead man walking
Like my eye open
With a fly on it
Life's a bed of needles
Waiting to lye on it
Exercise them demons
Put some miles it
Find you a shamanAyahuasca ya omen
Mouth foaming
Don't get hi off it
What I offer
Call it a quest
Getchu a tribe on it
Wild moments make
For memories
Till the memorial
Pay it forward
It's groundwork
Before the burial
Do ya homework
Keep up
With the tutorial
Stop question things
Them tweets were rhetorical
The things people do for attention
Be adorable
It's horrible
It seems like
A mule near
Not the hammer
Thor would throw
I ain't giving any more
For no
Then again there's a few more
I owe
That's just how the stories goes

Written by:
Bradlee Patrick, Stephen Hall, Stephen Hall Jr.

Publisher:
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