Christian Bale - Yogi

Are we fucking ready?!

Roll cameras!

Action!

Bale on 'em, Christian Bale on 'em

I’m sort of a Dark Knight which you never hear comin'

Calm down Trevor, fuck that, my nigga runnin'

We all goes hard every second on the summit

Public enemies all love it, American hustlers gun for it

You ever had a psycho in your stomach?

Chilling up in you till you take the time to do what he does and

How he does it, dustin' these other runners for what you come with

Salvation of the Terminator

I am the man behind the fire, my sun is my empire

Came straight out of the furnace, check the realest reign of fire

This kid is more than a writer when he sprays saliva

What you looking at?

Think I’m a madman?

Because the bass got me flapping like Batman

It’s early hours and I’m rolling by myself

Though I told her «I'll be back by twelve»

They don’t wanna let me go, I’m gonna need (bail money)

Tryna keep me in a hole, I’m gonna need (bail money)

Turn it up and let them know, I’m gonna need (bail money)

Gotta get it on the low, don’t tell nobody

We be creeping in, we be creeping out

Try to lock us up, try to lock us down

We could sneak em in, we could sneak em out

Keep it on the quiet, there’s no need to run your mouth

Check it, fee, fi, DCypha

I’m a GI to these ants

Got the opposition revising his plans

, breathe

Cause the scene seemed dead for a minute

Whenever Derek goes missing, I’m back

With a bang, back with the gang

Bredda, stand back or end up in the back of the van

I ain’t talking about police when I say I need bail money

I’m talking bout Christian, hands up, that’s just the, honey

Somebody-body-body locked, I’ll pick em

Say «welcome to Yale, buddy»

I’m putting in work,

Fe-fi-fo-fum, I smell money

Can’t cat nap in a rat trap full of mishap

Feeling like Indiana Jones

If he was a black bloke and he got a boner

From the word go, dreams of the Merlot

And a fur coat, no negotiations, I don’t

Plan to circle around all my problems, game over

Ride through all of them, right ho

Lowkey, closed on the whole scene till the nose bleed

Shall I proceed when I get the proceeds?

Oddly I’m godly, all the rest are a sham of a mockery

Like Christian Bale, so I never let a jail bird flock me

Tryna be the better man

Kill a hook like Never-Neverland

Rap to Roxanne

They don’t wanna let me go, I’m gonna need (bail money)

Tryna keep me in a hole, I’m gonna need (bail money)

Turn it up and let them know, I’m gonna need (bail money)

Gotta get it on the low, don’t tell nobody

We be creeping in, we be creeping out

Try to lock us up, try to lock us down

We could sneak em in, we could sneak em out

Keep it on the quiet, there’s no need to run your mouth

Real shit, no act, bitch check my stats

Young Veggie never had a problem, hitting it from the back

This beat come on, and it’s time to have a rave

Black girls ass bounce, white girls get laid

I’m just the type of nigga that get paid and say

Get paid and say, me and her vacate

Somewhere that’s not around, that’s outside LA

LAX to JFK we get to it like anything

What you looking at?

Think I’m a madman?

Because the bass got me flapping like Batman

It’s early hours and I’m rolling by myself

Though I told her «I'll be back by twelve»

They don’t wanna let me go, I’m gonna need (bail money)

Tryna keep me in a hole, I’m gonna need (bail money)

Turn it up and let them know, I’m gonna need (bail money)

Gotta get it on the low, don’t tell nobody

We be creeping in, we be creeping out

Try to lock us up, try to lock us down

We could sneak em in, we could sneak em out

Keep it on the quiet, there’s no need to run your mouth