Killuminati

Strawberries

I'm a beast with these flows

Two birds one stoned

You get geese'd when trees rolled

They say I'm evil 'cause

I trained my ego to see gold

'Cause he know seagulls

Couldn't see these goals please

It's the return of the beast coast

No cash flashed but the

Cheese still make teeth show

Incognito is how you move on the strip

What you tryna be vito

Well there's rules to this ****

Don't get clapped y'all

Ain't real spitters y'all lips chapped

Better watch it Mr nice watch don't risk that

I got a six-pack of bare skill that I spill like that

And everybody know that **** crack

Y'all niggas softspoken down below choking

The type to drop the soap

When you soakin' in front of most men

It makes sense why you want beef well this frozen

It's nuts for you screwed in the tool

And can't hold 'em

Better shoot yourself plaxico

Because I'm next to go

The progressive flows from New York to new Mexico

My lyrical Span is what the fans is demandin'

Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu stand in

Ain't no half steppin' around me

And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me

The young cop killer I'm that ill so doc' will ya

Give me two shots for 2pac killer nigga

Soul searchin' 'til my flows are perfect

I ain't tryna be a slave to grow old from workin'

Sorry bada you lucky that I peeped it second

Tell them niggas keep it steppin'

With they beat selection

Check the melodies it's so heavenly

That shit'll get your hips to move with no 7d's

Audi-opium can I bust soliloquies

Got that **** mixed and mastered both remedies

Grab a spoonful we stirrin' up a pot

And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot

I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin'

Verses off the top

Dirty cops still swervin' on the block

Lookin' for black kids that spittin' up acid

It's in my jeans so don't worry what my pants is

Get with the script it's that ignorant ****

And they bound to get sick of us quick

But I ain't sealin' my lips

It's a shift I know you feel it man

We blowin' up like a ceiling fan

Droppin' off jewels like killa cam's man

When it comes to kickin' verses I'm Mr van damme

Crushin' strawberries it's a jam

So throw up both hands if you can

Ironic how I'm killin' this **** until they bury me

My volume is going in depth with longevity

Stupid

Stupid

Stupid