I Wanna Be the Superbug When I Grow Up - $ILKMONEY

Popped out on a nigga like the Hell Date midget

Then wash my feet in the river with 90 proof liquor until it kill the fish that

were swimmin' in it

Dry my souls with Chanel linens as I cry my soul will be

Hell’s Kitchen, a Cunio with a unique low, hittin' scale limits

Want nothin' good, but the good riddance, get it?

Cig lit it infant like Camel crushes in them fictions

Stand with us and get in it and get sticked with the tip of ice picks or picket

fences

Hid the brick in the credenza next to cinnamon tinted lenses with mahogany

frames suspended

PS1 18 district I’m the man hanging with pigeons

I probably came with a vengeance but I just can’t remember

Shit it could be dangerous in this shit so I came with a range of some missiles

Gang of different ranges of bitches and all 'em equipped with pistols with

spangled glimmers as I explain

You get tangled up in it

Rearrange then get changed to a train to move quicker

It’s the difference you niggas don’t rap well, you just rap fast

Crazy how a nigga look like Maxwell with these rubber gloves and black Glad

trash bags

Hid the bodies in the same spot we hid the cash at

Pretendin' airplanes in the night sky was our flight but it was the one

droppin' bombs over Baghdad

Contaminate the pipes and go wash your ass with a water bottle, get a populous

Yellow food for mosquitoes, now we all survivors

Traded two eights for the .38 to my partner

Outside the Costco this bomb I got from Obama so special, I called it Roscoe

Shit nigga, your affidavit?

The matrix made it

It was your chance at escapin' and you, just didn’t take it

And the shame is you just would’ve made it the

Musical blunt and it’s safe to say that you should face it

So close to the, forbidden fruits of my labor I can almost taste it