Lordosis

Lyrics

[Verse 1] One rack, two rack, green rack, blue rack Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego, I tend to go to hell Way these niggas are so scared of me Life is never fair, going there, I'm prepared to be Head back to that new chiroprac' I got lordosis from carrying y'all on my back Still ain't get no credit but shit, I never sweat it I know my time is coming and my inner peace poetic If niggas ain't gon' sign me I'm grimy for the time being Take the future in my own hands like the time mean Four phone shit, you don't get to see the other three Get me on the line, I incline your identity Shit ain't got no victim but they don't know what hit them Wi-Fi or them gas packets mane, either way I flip them Operate on systems that you ain't ever heard of I'm hiding in your BIOS, this is blue screen murder Clap that nigga hard drive, like shoes in the wash Movement manner slicker than my cherry lip gloss Will they even notice? It's truly a coin toss Try to fish me out with Norton bitch, you leaving with a loss If niggas ain't gon' sign me I'm grimy for the time being Two tone hundreds in each hand like they Siamese Four phone shit, you don't get to see the other three Get me on your line and I incline your identity Huh-da-da-da-da-da-da, that's how the choppa sing, bitch Niggas isn't hearing me, they ears got a ring bitch Fthh-da-da-da-da-da-da, that's how the money count, bitch Swipe it like it's blind, I don't check the amounts bitch Vrr-da-da-da-da-da-da, that's how my engine sound, bitch Goodyears fuckin spinning, putting power to the ground bitch Bzz-da-da-da-da-da-da, that's how how my cellie ring, bitch I'm in high demand 'cause I'm the next big thing, bitch [Segue] No chance of surviving this shot Better luck next time Yeah, aye Yeah, aye CD, Pyrex, Pyrex, Pyrex, Pyrex, uh [Verse 2] I speak blessings on my bag like a church plate Lurching early off the drag, off the clutch plate Approaching visions that I had since a prior date Acquire faith that Mom and Dad tried to strip away I found my family in the lone star, the lowest state I keep my niggas close around, they just a blip away Possess an aim that makes your next life a click away You wanted smoke, I ashed your blunt, I need a bigger tray Rubbing fabrics get you put on Summer Jam displays Broadcast your last breath like Squid Game Traceless compensation apparition, crème brûlée Demons keep me wake, I thumb it 'til the break of day Niggas farcing claiming I don't keep my people straight I'm Kelly Clarkson, get the bread and watch it breakaway And if they bite the hand that feeds, well, that's quite okay I been harmed in every way, could never have me phased Could never have me phased Could never have me phased [Outro] Blessings-blessings—bag-bag like a church plate Lurching-lurching off the drag, off the clutch plate Approaching-proaching—had-had since a prior date Acquire faith that—Dad-Dad tried to strip away I found my-found my—in the lone star, the lowest state I keep my-keep my—round-round-round, they just a blip away Possess an aim that makes your next life a click a-click a— You wanted smoke, I-smoke, I—blunt, I need a bigger-bigger— Niggas farcing claiming I don't keep my people straight I'm-I'm-I'm—ly Clarkson, get the bread and wa-wa—breakaway And if they bite the hand that feeds well, that's quite o-quite o— I been harmed in every way, could never have me phased