They ask me LV where you been at
I been running through the jungle
Its not safe to come and get that
Sellin trap hits by the bundle
I know trials and convictons
Thats the lion of the system
If he's lyin then we get him
Selling classics like a smuggle
But this is busniess,
I know you feel this
Its "aye aye captain"
Aint no eye witness
And it's the coldest in the winter
Youve got no heat you sittin fishes
Or sittin ducks
Man fuck your luck
Poppin shrooms
Thats cap n crunch
We eat for lunch, your bitch all day
And thats a course pheobe buffet
You know my rate and u know my pay
All mine wrapped in celephane
Hear a knock knock on the window pane
Finna slide thru go on your way
You know I am not playing now
Im hearing gorillas they follow my sound
Feeling the heartbeat its pounding the ground
Stealing my conscious aint no helping out
We in the stu-
Watch how it do
Going so hard
Drop the drank on the shoe
Used to be nice
No more nice dude
This beat fucking slaps
Five man you rude
And we coming in to town with the 808
Elephante coming off the ground its a DOA
Or D-U-M-B-O
Take the burning skull
New shit like an embryo
It's just me and Hannibal
And this beat is so cynical
Spinnin shit like a bicycle
Ice so froze I form icecles
Type a typo in micro-form
Sike I hype em on microphone
They ask me LV where you been at
I been running through the jungle
Its not safe to come and get that
Sellin trap hits by the bundle
I know trials and convictons
Thats the lion of the system
If he lyin then we get em
Sellin classics like a smuggle
They ask me to change
I stay in my ways
The jungle is searching
Purple is the rain
The name, the king, the brain, the stain
Im waiting for signs til I empty this tank
But Ive been waiting, and waiting, and waiting
The time is right now finna turn Super Saiyan
And thats not the Ball, that is the hype
Niggas try run with our sound like a bike
(Hold up)
Fresher than a Tic-Tac
Hold up nigga get back
You dont wanna clic, clack, boom
This a mismatch
Write it in the dispatch
Riding in a pitch black
Feeling like the reaper
And I'm finna bring this bitch back
(Woo)
Yall aint ready
I been plottin on this shit since I was 7
I was tryna give a sermon like a reverend
Imma make sure I die a muthafucking legend
(Nigga)
Who you know who got the flow as me?
Write it down and scratch it out for me
My shit is gold like this is alchemy
Fucking hoes right off the balcony
Popping shit like it was out of style
Watch my wrist the time is on the dial
Papa said "dont ever go to trial"
Its a lot of motherfuckers who wont see me now
But hey, thats how it goes
Life is a bitch you know bitches turn cold
And my name LV, Last Verse for you hoes