UNTITLED Songtext
von Pyramid Vritra

Variety of society is finally aware
It′s prime time of young adults, time to take it
The goal, that is
Not a fan of races, but I will lap these
Timid turtles laughing in they faces
Finish line, no punchlines, stab lines of white girls
Spit on the scene of bad timing, blood and rope twirls
Never been the boldest, so each time I cry myself to sleep
Today I'm feeling brave, so I suggest you all say bye to me
Or maybe hi to me, look at, let me get away

Flying over bitches and niggas that didn′t give a fuck

Till I was paid, getting laid in the shade with some six-figure shades
Sunset beachside, sacrifices never made
And fucks never gave

Box them up, pour some gas and scorch them using flames
And in return they'll warm me up using the same flames
Please shine to grant everlasting glories in my name
Kasey, who's that, who′s that, don′t know my verses?
I didn't drop an album every year on purpose


But when I do read the name, remember it, and learn it, that is

If you wanna say you were one of the first two
Be aware of a prodigy in our midst, dead after February
Reborn with one kiss

From the neutral-gender demon that I′m with
It likes to climb trees, write songs, and kill shit

Iced up my appendages from tales of apprehension

Down to fist a jocking, split some black, drawing with wristlets
I hate my fucking life, why I'm always too baked to listen
The thoughts inside my head, instead I focus on her lipstick
Now, groupies intend to be the bitch that I′m with
But they don't get shit but dick and then I fucking dip
Lit and spliffed, puking verses, daughters perked on wooden sticks

Greet her with that morning, raid her garden, then I′m out this bitch
After all, she sees green when she's with the team, sans leaf
Thinking 'cause I fucked her we gon′ flee to foreign shopping sprees

Jeez, you must be out of your mind
We′re blowing up like landmines, why you blowing us like windshriines?

Young zephyr, dress homeless, rap special

Undressed her, bust on her, and don't text her


So what′s happening?
Homie slightly angered 'cause his wifey love my mattresses
Just ′cause I arrange words that rhyme, panty slime

Slipping out of the seams beneath her panty line
Fifth echelon residents, and yes, we're excellent
Money coming like a baptist chant, so I ain′t stressing it
Fuck a verse, call a hearse, let's drive and put a rest to it
We'll dig up all the rest of it and ship it off
Dark and tainted markets where we′re tryna start
You got us caught bloody red-handed and our fingers smell
Fuck the game of pussy slayings, she′s underage, leave her caged
Now that's my trophy bitch, spoiled her like my daughter

Can her rear, bumping sharpie names and doing the sprawl her
Crumpets for the honeymooners, mooning all the passers-by
Uber-high, fondling the sky on some Lupe and Ye shit
I hate this