Burner Account (feat. Armand Hammer)

Yo One, two I'm half ghost, half baby The fat lady sang, it was bars I ghost-wrote Tryna make my way to Mars so I can sell dope guilt free Project buildings built me And I done felt everything except free It's too much trauma, it's not a rom-com Countin' the dust bunnies on the end of the pom poms Big Mom's oxtails, get down Roswell Swans get carpet bombed with blonde bombshells I used to hate Los Angeles I'm scared of police, it's part of a weight loss regimen And I'm spared from false radio hellos Makin' sure the bass slaps, Ndegeocello In my hood, watch for enemy headbands Sick folks cop glittery bedpans Hand in my nose like I'm literally Redman You do the homework My corner's so flamed up, my Bluetooth don't work Got caught trying to pay for a YouTube growth spurt That's illegal Holder of the latch key, fool, I wrote the jingle Call her, get a bonus, make it a maxi single I talk big shit, but not quite bilingual Tell my grandkids the regular flu was hot Dude's hid in a computer, duckin' a booster shot You saw it too, but you forgot Submersible with the woofer jumpin' If it's pressure, that's where the cooking come in Couple onions, somethin' pungent Crystals like Fun Dip Just a big kid stunnin' Toxic, bite me, put a hole in your stomach Feed your dogs chocolate Blunted at 30k, might rush the cockpit Out of body movin' out of order, not out of line Altering time, not integrity (Yeah) New living memory No other space but now, wow They just move shout at me (Bow, bow) Call it on down I asked her, what's your Funkentelechy (Yeah, uh) We hold this myth to be a comfort in the crosshair The information vacant, I'm assuming warfare Staring at the score, I just wanna light the board up The fourth [?], don't get caught up In the studio, talkin' crazy for a check Stephen A. Smith, brother said he gotta get it while it's there to get He wasn't there when they was shootin' in the Jects, aight bet But every project sound like he rushin' to the next He the type to bag it up wet Fuck up the package and blame the connect Yo, yo Eighth light, break Earth audible black Pump fakes in haste We waste not for wacks Strange time to snoop Hands high, relax Increase the dose, paradise the patch Mint for the vax, almost dragged it to my garden Ain't bring me none, I beg your pardon How many gods do I remind you of? Debate amongst yourselves Yourselves, yourselves Yourselves, yourselves Yourselves, yourselves Yourselves, yourselves