Lyrics
Story with no title, everything is vital
Came up in this game, now my idols is my rivals
Childhood friends end up pulling guns on you
Hoes wanna fuck because you carry funds on you
Like a blind man in church, homie, I don't see none of that
Still can't believe that I made it off rapping
Baby bottle blue mic spitting blue magic
How the fuck the rap game, become a beauty pageant?
Fugazi ass rapper trying to sound like Atlanta
'Cause they got no identity, I'm off the top like
O-ren Ishii vs. Uma Thurman
Gasoline, in my thermos
And I'm 'bout to make a furnace out you niggas
Spitting ether, make-believers call it Easter
I am Jesus with a blacker penis, that is fucking genius
Who said Jesus can't be a black guy?
Even Luke Skywalker's father was on the dark side
Story with no title, everything is vital
Praying for my rivals let the church say (ay!)
Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle
Send them off to Lotto, let the case say (spray!)
Story with no title, everything is vital
Praying for my rivals let the church say (ay!)
Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle
Just like a
Story with no title, everything is vital
Started from the bottom where they wear bikini bottoms
Dig even deeper all you see is crabs in a bucket
When shit hit the fan niggas up it like "fuck it"
Spitting colder shit over cold shit my diamond you cold bitch
You like N64, go buy my old shit
I keep a AK on my Issa Gold shit
That's how it goes down on the lower East Coast bitch
South Florida, twenty-one getting older
Mind of a marine ever since I was a teen
Blowing up smithereens, living a broke man's dream
Follow the roots of the prince 'til they crown me king
It seems, these niggas acting less than G's
This ain't the place that I choose to be
Where friends become strangers
Everybody wants to be a gangsta
It's going down on the block, no anchor, story with no title!