Death Note - Lou The Human

Yeah

Pew

Yeah, ayy

I was always ready though, Joe Pesci with the flow

Gettin' dome, home alone with ya ex, probably givin' chromosomes

Im just gettin' what I came for, yeah, I’m gone but I came more

Never home, that’s the gang, boy

I was waitin' in the wings, yeah

I been patient in this thing, yeah

Now I’m klepto with the flow-oh

I’m just takin' everything, yeah

They be hatin' on the kid, yeah

Makin' statements yo they sing, yeah

But they never hit a C-note, I just see notes with they name, damn

Why the fuck I go crazy?

yeah

Yo' girlfriend wanna date me, yeah

Doin' 80 in Mercedes yeah, they all dick ridin' now

Same people back then was tryna' play me, yeah

Fuck is y’all really sayin' to me?

Life’s a game and I’m playing for keeps

They pop shit but I’m prayin' we meet, yeah

'Cause they talk a lot of shit I don’t see like that

Man, I don’t think that he like that?

How come he never come at me like that?

Since like '03, I rap

In the West street, where the heat got clapped

At Mike’s crib, ain’t have beats, like Mom I’ll be right back

Tryna be Mike Jack, tryna be like Hov, tryna be like Em

Tryna be like both, got two blonde twins so to me, that’s Olsen

Gotta ease back off him

Fore I bring that coffin

I don’t blink that often, got fire in my eyes

Got ash in my jeans, getting higher than the sky

A Mariah in the ride I’ll retire when I die, yeah

You put a sub on the Internet

I’ll fuck yo' bitch to The Internet

Was probably gettin' too intimate

I think I’m probably too into it

I think I’m actually crazy

This shit just not a gimmick, yeah

I do not know what a limit is

I go Picasso on every sketch

No I.D.

gave me advice, what’s the intention?

You gettin' attention or is you takin' your time?

But I do the race when I rhyme

I don’t see a stop sign, cannot stop firing, I’ma cock iron yeah

They don’t really want smoke, they’d probably choke

Tell 'em stop lyin', yeah

I’m a fever, no I’m Caesar, no a C4

When I blow you gon' see four shadows of Hiroshim', dawg

I’m a Beamer, you a hoopty

Drop my old bitch, she a groupie

Still ten toes, two feet, down like a roofie

Got a round for a goofy, outta town, I feel loopy

I don’t sleep, I chase two dreams, mine and the whole team

No the home team, you a cheerleader

Bitch, I’m a career eater

I don’t even really care either, in the rap game now

And I still can’t find a peer if we measured by a fair meter

I been fuckin' all these hoes that frontin' they got amnesia now

But I don’t need her like I need more the Selena type

I’m just tryna pull up in the fur that get PETA tight, word

Flow disgusting, I’m sicker than drinkin' Robitussin

With lead in red soda cups and probably put a hole in stomachs

You already know who run it, rappers I been Cobra clutchin'

I never crack, shout out to Lamar but I don’t owe them nothing

I never left though, I’m lefty so at 27 if I see the front of Heaven

Tell 'em that I rep though, from the East to the West Coast

Anyone who want can get more

They know who the coldest

Bitch, I wrote this in a death note, yeah