Albino


Pace:

Show up in a Chevy Impala/ 5 thousand dolla/
Rick Owens Bomba/
that I got from my momma/ for Christmas/ the missus/ is missing/ her Christmas gift/
on her big wish list/
so I guess that I'll get/ her a madewell vest/ with these rap game checks/
or something/
she said you know pacemaker/
it's funny cause I really only like white rappers/
And I said baaby/
you know I'm not an MC/
and I can't free style/
but the style are tips are free/
all you really got to do is study pictures of me/ and besides/
who else would you listen too?/
a bunch of those other goons?/
they don't even speak the truth/
and they you do then shoot/
I guess that means that I'm a gangster too/ no/

setting paces Doin' laps/
around the track/
I'm talking about raps/
running in circles with my lyrACS/

Wrote the whole album sober/
so these lines are more potent/
so my rhymes are more focused/
And no I don't smoke but my style's still dopest/
only kid in grey slacks and the black Nike Roche's/
on the toes/
how it goes/
but I want you to know/
when I rap about clothes/
man it's all trivial/
don't matter/
just a hobby/
or a habit at this point/
like sparking a tight joint/
but you don't really need it right?/
alright just keep telling yourself that/ and maybe you'll know that/
who influences you/
probably shouldn't be Wayne/
that kids gayer than Dwayne/
when he's look in' at the Rock's Johnson

Cuda:

Cuda Cooder in this mooda fooda/
nick told me not cuss I said fucker what the fooda/
saw your girlfriend and I smacked her in the boota/
kissed her on the mouth and I didn't knew her/

Gettin' tipsy sippin' raccoon blood/ I ain't saying I'm thug/
but I'll leave you slumped on the rug/
Get laid from time to time/
Im still a man dime/
Still doing crimes/
Still writing dope ass lines/
Drunk off simba/
Drunk off love/
Late for dinner ya call me young thug/
Call me a young man/ with this krink in my hand/
I love you Uncle Sam/


boy I fucked yo bitch and she claim she don't know me now/
I SWED everyday and I know it don't slow me down/
sky high on some Simba and that good kush/
cocaine rich like I'm mother fucking George bush/

Damn shawty heard that your a nympho/
Can I get your info/
I can be your pimp yo/
See her in a crop top/
Girl have you seen my argyle socks/
Shawty playing with my own cock/
In this drop top/
I got two now/
Which one should I choose now/
Try and guess like Blues Clues/
Wow
No food just espresso for breakfast/
Like Antwon, y'all grinding for Deathwish

Pace:

Or Bronson/
keep a .45 tucked in the wasteband/
Swigging single origins while I'm rocking to Hot Damn/
No one like me in Connecticut grassland/
Everything is scarred like we're talking my right hand/
Pun on sacred/
Cuda's faded/
Mitch is basted/
Our fame's belated/
I only rhyme with my brothers/
I don't cuss so I know your moms love us/
I don't mess with verdé devils lettuce/
but I still spit on cops like I'm mister Paul Ference/
fast cars fast women and fast food/ the latter cause I spent all my money on the first two/
the laughter cause I saved all my stupid lines for verse two/
oh my bad/ is it verse three?/ probably/Still mé/ rhyme scheme/ cycle complete/
AND I STILL ROCK MY KAHKIS WITH A CUFF AND A CREASE

Yayo:

Put your lips around my brain/
and talk to me/

I'll leave some knowledge on your skin/
because the mood i'm in/
can't be satisfied/
and if you didn't want that spunk/
you should have hopped up off this junk/
girl I need to know it's love