Aether

Glock got 15 shots, I'm gonna spray 'em at yo' homie I don't speak to all you no names, all you fuckers are below me I ain't talking 'bout the tracklist, say you up, you gotta show me I be brushing down the game, I'm power washing, getting foamy Now we glowin', pressure risin' I be getting in the zone Bitch is rotten to the core, but she bad to the bone Lightning striking on the lotus, little body thunder prone To the islands up above, I'm placing water on the stone From the 8 to 125, I got my foot right to the floor While I watch the needle climbin', chasin' numbers, Mikey Moore Feel it pullin' neck and upwards, NA power stroke to bore While I'm banging 1 through 4, drop the throttle and I soar Non-successful operation, gotta play your part to scale I cannot see up and down, its only forward, I wont fail While I'm hoppin' line to line I know you steady on my tail Eyes are darting from the lights, formin' up I gotta bail Steady fillin' 91 and then I burn it like a calorie It's hella art in motion I be racing in my gallery I capture little fragment, VQ sparking from the battery You talkin' all that wild, but your record is a fallacy You cannot keep up with me don't be all up on my gram Hella spinnin' on a tomei, now I'm piping with the cam Banging gears at 8k RPM you stuck all in a jam I don't really give a fuck and I don't really give a damn I ain't whippin' the E70, its sippin' at the pad I ain't never whip a Tesla, even if it's fuckin' Plaid I'm a dollar store young gravy but I'm pullin' for my dad 38 in separation, not a blicky, why you mad No excuses for the laziness, you play the hand you dealt With my lady, perfect timing thanks to chains and the belt Got a buckle, feel like Basco, so wassup, I make you melt While I'm buildin' up my portal to the aether, yeah, you felt Glock got 15 shots, I'm gonna spray 'em at yo' homie I don't speak to all you no names, all you fuckers are below me I ain't talking 'bout the tracklist, say you up, you gotta show me I be brushing down the game, I'm power washing, getting foamy Now we glowin', pressure risin' I be getting in the zone Bitch is rotten to the core, but she bad to the bone Lightning striking on the lotus, little body thunder prone To the islands up above, I'm placing water on the stone