Darksied of the Moon

Two Three Is you sure you tryna come over to the Darksied They know what it is whenever the demon walking up in the room These niggas be saying they kings well I'm bouta leave em up in a tomb Heat seeker Street sweeper I need a broom Cause I'm bouta to dust these phony fucks for making me leave the moon Gotta be elite to spit this heat and make the needle move Killed his only brother for that money that's what greed'll do Make a nigga take off all jewelry that's what heat'll do See I became a savage through this madness what these streets'll do I'm locked in I'm in the booth like I just clocked in Money power respect like I just let them Lox in I'm from the D where they let shots in An you ain't Creed so don't get boxed in Me I'm like the top ten Speed it up for the belligerent niggas Speed it up then I'ma finish a nigga Beat 'em up an I diminish em nigga I'm bigger than niggas Told y'all I wasn't feeling deez niggas Spit it to the point Im killing these niggas I did you can't say I didn't my nigga I'm winning my nigga Hold up Wait Bitch I'm finna catch groove Aye my nigga lemme check my mood Ain't a nigga finna flex this smooth Hold up Wait Nigga lemme check my tool Ain't a nigga finna check my crew Ain't nigga finna step this cool Hold up Wait Bitch I'm finna catch groove Aye my nigga lemme check my mood Ain't a nigga finna flex this smooth Hold up Wait Nigga lemme check my tool Ain't a nigga finna check my crew Ain't nigga finna step this cool Hold up Wait Bitch I'm Darksied in the booth I'm too cold when I'm in my mode I'm like the dark side of the moon Nigga my cash just gone bloom Cause when I spazz shit go boom Nigga you last when I go fast so I just pass all of these fools Two Three on a track niggas wack it's a fact when I rap you can see who be the goat then Too cold need no pen leave throats smoking If a nigga think a nigga joking I leave shit broken Then I keep bringing dough Been cold like a snow in Keep killing this shit cause homie I even see no end I'm Counting residuals laughing at niggas they really don't know that they minuscule I'm pushing the limit an winning an ripping this shit what the fuck that's what winners do I'ma get me some money up in the booth Spit a verse an I'll probably go get coupe I do me I can't do what these niggas do Cause ain't one of these niggas gone keep it true Man I'm too real Swear that I'm too ill Too sick with shit make em pop two pills Probably might need two bill Niggas know I get on these beats an kill for real You see how I feel An I do it all while I'm on chill for real I'm keeping it trill Hold up Wait Bitch I'm finna catch groove Aye my nigga lemme check my mood Ain't a nigga finna flex this smooth Hold up Wait Nigga lemme check my tool Ain't a nigga finna check my crew Ain't nigga finna step this cool Hold up Wait Bitch I'm finna catch groove Aye my nigga lemme check my mood Ain't a nigga finna flex this smooth Hold up Wait Nigga lemme check my tool Ain't a nigga finna check my crew Ain't nigga finna step this cool