Hyvng Lvrd - The Crow

I keep it lit like a matchstick
No one can match this
Bitch look like an actress, and that's a fact
My mouth stay strapped, I'm that Mac, bitch
AK on that track
I'm draped in black like I'm magic
Matrix, watch me hack
I keep it lit like a matchstick
Fuck her on the mattress
Fuck it break her back, bitch
Leakin' like a tap
Bitch, fuck a map, I'm the atlas
Gift box, watch me wrap this
Standing when you sat, bitch
I ain't wit no cap

I keep my finger on the button like I'm ready to blow
She put a finger in her muffin just to give me a show
And all these rappers keep on bluffin' while I stay on the low
I came back from the dead, you should call me The Crow
Everybody know my caw cos it's too raw
Old bitch hate me but she love my jaw
New bitch too fly, I don't see no flaw
I been killin' every beat like I be ready for war
No cap!
Gimme a melody, I make it pop
Give me 16 and I'll make that shit drop
I fuck with your bitch but don't fuck wit' no opp
I clean the game up
I came with a mop
I rock my own merch, got my name on my top
My bitch got the cuffs but she ain't be no cop
You think you gone up but I'm watchin' you flop
They stay sleepin' on me like they on the zop
Keep sleepin'
I'ma keep on reapin'
Through the door I'm peepin'
Watchin' where you creepin'
From my wounds, I'm seepin'
That's why I got endless flows
I got bros in the knows, keep me safe from my woes
In the throes everyday but you know I don't play
Speak my truth to existence then wash it away
Heart made of stone and a body made of clay
Misery is never-ending but I'm getting to the pay
Get the bag then I break it up
Shake 'em till i wake 'em up
Hate me, I could give a fuck
Whip it in the Tesla truck
Cruisin' through the city with my demons, finna run amok
Came from fuckin' nothin', bitch I grew up in the fuckin' muck, Uh!
I stay nihilistic but I still got hope
I stay pessimistic, I keep me a rope
I try to stay sober but still need the dope
I'm writing these bars as a method to cope
Woah, boy I stay fire
My tongue is a knife, I cut through your messiah
I fuck the game up, bitch I ain't been no liar
I stay on the track like the Lord been a tire, skrt!
I stay at the peak and I keep climbin' higher each day of the week
I got pills on my dresser but ain't tryna geek
Hyung Lord be the finesser, your god's fuckin' weak
Fuck!

Written by:
James Power

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