Black Lights lyrics

[Intro]
Dear all you little rappers here I'm finna black like
Pure carbon in the atmosphere turn on the black lights

[Verse 1]
Too cool, I hula hoop with Cuban chains
Who can change the frequency and move the game?
Who maneuver through the pain?
Who the truest to the name?
Who do you, do you acclaim, you are lame?
You, and you, and you, and you the same?
Oh f*ck it, homie do your thang
I ain't even gotta stretch for this one
I be bumpin' Dipset, getting sets of dips in
Flexing different, make you n*ggas cut a check to kick it
Man tell 'em this a easy run
If you the best you the easy one
I'm a n*gga with a attitude, I Snoop, Cube, Dre and Eazy son
Line 'em up like the Yeezy's coming
Got 'em shook like Jesus coming
f*ck peace, get a piece of something
Everyday we smoke at least a onion
Get some vegan pizza, mac and cheese or something
Can't believe that they imagine me with nothing
Heaters bucking in my hood and we was ducking
Reaper coming, repercussions squeeze the drum and
Make it even, even preachers running
I take the kids and teach 'em something
They don't f*ck with me for nothing
We agree to this on me to leave 'em something
Keep it coming, keep it coming
Ain't no secret f*ck with me, and I'ma Ether something
Even keep it peaceful feed me beats and keep me blunted
God body, God body, the young God hard body
Hard top big body, talk tough get bodied
She down to be in my DMs, John Gotti, Yo Gotti
My Saint Laurents go prolly, I ain't playing with nobody
I'ma f*ck around and had to murk a n*gga
Make a verse 'bout one of you n*ggas and go hurt a n*gga
It don't concern a n*gga in about the paper playa hater
Perpetrator greatest innovator ever n*gga
Get down like James Brown in "Funky"
Man watch you girlfriend 'cause she want me
And you're not me, you can't stop me
Man, you who's army gon' block me
They drop so c*cky, it's not me
I did not need to say that
But I take the drop-top to the top speed
And to catch me you need godspeed
If you b*tch stare, I shift clauses and switch gear like a five speed
I don't dig these artist n*ggas push my buttons and get me started but my cause is greater
The sheer mechanics of a n*gga in the hood is known to take your b*tch to alternate her
God body, God body, who is God? Y'all prolly—
Think God exist, outside of y'all body
I ain't playing with nobody
Yellow Lamb red Ferrari, look like KYLE and Lil Yachty
Heard your metaphors and your punches
I ain't diggin' not a damn line
Jesus Christ wouldn't cross me
And I'ma blow up 'cause I land mine
I'll align the stars create the path
May sunshine for many moons
Through your soul all it is a sacred math
Wait wait hold up let me take that back
I said Jesus, crosses Allah
I'll align stars, suns, moons (Bars)
Ma-son shine, mars
And your soul is all sacred math
It's cosmic because the solar is sacred math
I could out rhyme a don and break his fast
Excuse my french like my Moroccan brother
'Bout to make fans dessert rappers like that album cover
Y'all don't deserve me, y'all n*ggas lame
My sh*t too early, my sh*t is perfect
Only way I'm a f*ck-up, is if I do that sh*t on purpose
What's these n*ggas purpose? Most these n*ggas worthless
f*ck we gon' do when all that sh*t is surfaced
Man you lie, man you really hurt us
I should serve you as you would diss for dips serves
I should go and get your b*tch some di*k service
Make her c*m, give me mouth and lip service
Tell these pus*y n*ggas hop up off my sack
I am from the hood where ain't no fathers at
But I'm at just like my father met
I'll be flexing thinking that I'm Hercules
While your momma clap, just like my momma clump
Think I'm a chump, how you wanna act?
Oh Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!
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