khalil daniel – aneles lyrics
[verse 1: khalil]
never thought i’d be a rapper
start a new chapter
never good as a actor
(too real for the fakes)
wanted the green to come in bags like grapes, or lettuce
stuff my blunts with broccoli like it’s a f-cking food fetish
spit g*nius, higher than venus, they want more
so i break down gr-ss than a f-cking lawn mower
then i spin, progressing my talents off of the richter scale
flow to cause recession to rappers, they wanna feed me sh-lls, no tacos
those hard-knock rocks thrown in chicago, that lay you underground like a fossil
(naw), french inhale through the nostril and i feel it in my lungs
blow more o’s than cheerio bowls till i can’t feel my tongue
it’s a drought and n-ggas thirsty, i make them bow down
and if they acting like b-tches i make them curtsy
the feds lurking, and i’m wanted for third degree, k!lling beats
a cliche verbal to purpose me
fire the spliff, and n-ggas back back
discontinue your red carpet to wipe my f-cking -ss
cause the n-ggas that’s in, won’t last
commercial rappers are -ss, and the radio bumping trash, i just sit back and laugh
and i’m, gone keep it proper an opposite form of f-cking sh-t till aneles selenas gone want my peter to rock the ship
(shout out to selena though, word)
[hook]
yo, i’m on that funky sh-t
bump my sh-t, not on the radio
underground hits splurge the currency flow
i kick it with the birds in the burbs
got the east coast bumping all my verbs
x2
[verse 2: khalil]
i’m going for the gold and these n-ggas ain’t even in my peripheral
i’m k!lling rappers, hope the feds don’t take it literal
but when i’m puffing on that mineral
more bars than a criminal, spitting bible scriptures
it’s tough, i make it hard for n-ggas
i’m here eating, i see starving n-ggas
going for green like i’m golfing n-gga
you should lay your -ss down in a coffin n-gga
your raps dead, got the heater at your chest don’t make me pull it
have your shirt red, look like you work at target n-gga
steady spitting like a faucet, i’m higher than your falsetto
i hear my sh-t get repeated, these n-ggas echo
watch the ref blow the whistle and they foul out the game
whack rappers with the foul mouths get slain
fill the booth with propane, i set the flame
shift gears, switch lanes
(f-ck it)
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