Da Next Day

I think it's time for us to stir the pot Like the feelings in the bitter broad Because you hurt a lot And yes I've been abroad Because I work a lot See we done did it all, still busting like he jerk it out, it's nothing Like riding a Huffy Or my little brother James out there slanging them puppies Slanging superstar dick 'til she say that she love me Rap's Underground Railroad, but nothing's above me, shit's lovely We stay blooming like a Spring Break Flower child, Cadillac look like a cheese plate Crack a smile like a gator with his mouth closed Our crocodile's from the Nile, yeah, we copped those Calendar book like library got shows You can ask my nigga Welch, these are not jokes Or you could ask for my help, I said the life boat A life raft for your rift-raft ass, I get classy Like you just got a scholarship Or like a Waffle House waitress with a dollar tip Don't let them see you sweat, fuck all the parlor tricks Better gone, get some gold, fuck that dollar, bih Ill, Daddy Fat on the kill boy Keep the party going, never was a kill-joy I know you feel, boy That's me in third-person Sometimes I get beside myself, I call it soul searching Words in sentences in parentheses Everything quotable, bitch remember this And take these with ya Sack one, sack two in ya jaw on your knees wit' ya We spit universes Birthing worlds with words, from darkness came the Big Boomiverse Facts: I never met my match But niggas now rather listen to the rumors first This shit's empirical, they're still fearing to the last bitch MC eliminated uses his dying breath to proclaim me the most lyrical God, they done damned up the flow, Sammed up the bo Came through the door saying this same shit before Fuck nigga, bring back hop-hip These suckas sound slow, but it don't stop shit Damn sure not this What I know so far: true fusion only occurs at the heart of a star