Rookies

It’s Tsukiyomi homie I’ma make you focus
I’ma pimp you know this
I been past the hoe shit
Niggas surf my wave East to West without that Coast to Coast shit
You ain’t making progress, you just wet lil’ boy you merely floating

It’s some sharks inside this sacred ocean
Blood inside my scripture when I’m conjuring this hocus pocus
Water pressure rising, I advise you to get out the open
Crack under the pressure and suffer more than your English broken

I play no games, I’m on the bench, You can quit the coaching
Have you fearing reappearance as much as the fucking Olsens
Make a Full House empty with the semi like the 19th century when the French invaded Vietnam and colonized the culture

Woah now, slow down
I spit the shit that make the whole crowd slow down
You hit the west and put a mask on woah now
You ain’t Tsukiyomi boy you just terrible
That shit is hysterical
That shit is the shit that make a naturally sick nigga need theraflu
Make a nigga who blind to the bullshit stare at you
You high either perish or s.o.s for a parachute
You really self embarrassing I don’t have to embarrass you
Looking like a half ass rap nigga who invite bitches out to the Sheraton
I still pull up Markham like I was new to the area
You switch locations tryna be me and hoping they stare at ya

That’s quite the head full of arrogance
Let me cut your tongue and just park the slice where the parrot shit
Let the cat nab it and stash it off where the ferret live
And never have to hear you recite what you ain’t experience

I been on the road now I been on the road
I don’t plan to slow down my pedal to the floor
Tryna jock my steez get my nuts out your throat
And maybe you could actually recite some shit you wrote
New Judo
How I flip the script when I go rip the block
Tripping pistol gripping sipping one fifth of ciroc
If you kicking anything you should be kicking rocks
Cause don’t nobody wanna hear that shit yall rapping STOP

And I been, ghosted, posted, toasted, dodging hoe shit
I been, floating, scoping, coping, mixing potions
Riding, ‘round the city, op dodging, shoujo pretty
You don’t speak that Japanese so with that foreign shit you missed me
Detarame No, Tame No, Jikanganai You niggas shitty
Thought I wouldn’t know you dissed me
“M” double O “N” “G” “O” “D” got ears to the streets it’s fucking risky
Lead scatter patterns through ya brain like a fucking rainforest full of semis
Slit ya wrist if i’m hearing “Gimme’s”
Pastor ask if it’s a demon in me
I don’t really know, but if it is, I don’t give a fuck nigga keep it in me
Walking backwards casting magic on you faggot actress
Ya’ll switching panties, boy i’m trying to switch my taxes brackets
I don’t care ‘bout how the fuck it seems, don’t approach me with that hoe shit cause my cannon got a special beam
120 slap the dash on the freeway
Crabs on my plate, and my bitches ordered cheesecake
Fucking Rookies