LVLC - b l a c k v e l v e t

Man himself
Ay
Love is the key
Lace is the way
Yuh
I had to get up and go and get it
Ain't shit around me been copacetic
I know pathetic when I see pathetic
And trust me they'll know when you know you're better
It ain't the way that I dress
Or the game that I spit when your dame gimme neck
Drip like this come from the way that I flex
On the beat, come with me
I'm coming next up
I'm the professor
Giving 'em lectures
Ya'll playing dress up
I don't have costumes, let alone dressers
To keep in my clothes in
Wow
I am the golden child
I lost my humble style
But that didn't slow me down
I came from hand me downs
But I'm wanting glory now
That was the old me
How can they ignore me now
I think they worried
Yuh
I think they just wanna burn me
Yuh yuh
Get down and dirty
Yuh
Dirty Diana, she flirty
Yuh yuh
Dancing with death
What you expect
When you laying down with dogs
You get fleas
I'm the same animal and a different beast
Shout out to Kobe
24 left and the world went to shit
Fires and famine
The apocalypse
This is what happens when a legend dies
And another legend is taking his place
Love isn't back
Lovelace is stomping all over your face
Running the place
Fuck it, I'm gunning for all of the greats
Trust me it's better this way
I'm coming home, baby
I'm back
Yuh
Yuh, yuh
I got a whole lotta old pain
Treated with gunpowder, cocaine
LSD tabs on my tongue
Just to let go of my old ways
Lead into gold
Then I took all of the gold
And built up a doorway
Walked through that bitch
And stomped with my Timbs
Watch them get mad when the floor breaks
I'm more awake
Now that I'm done with work
It's time to cut up like scissors
Grew up with sisters and brothers
Who been through the gutter
But now we done came up
I love to see
All of my friends
And all of my family stay up
This is the break up
I swear to God
This ain't the shit you could make up
You fake fucks
Wake up
I'm raging against the machine
Boy, what the fuck do you mean
All I can say is
I'm bringing pain to your village
Almighty Push when I break stuff
Oh, mighty Great One
Is how they be talking to me
Check ya tone
Wreck ya stereo, ho
While I'm steady taking area codes
Over the city with aerial flows
Burying foes
Kamikaze, blowing up on the scene
Dropping a nuke on your home
Go Uncle Luke on them hoes
This is more sicker than Sicko Mode
Yea, I'm smoking on trees like a sycamore
I am Zacchaeus tryna see the Lord
Imma do the most
Imma be the GOAT

Written by:
Arlington Faauaa

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