Black Light - Outro (Radio Edit)

Said I'm, I'm trying to be even realer than the realest me
I'm cooking food for thought serving rappers, bon appétit
Sweet sixteens it's cavities, there's holes up in my teeth
Another indication I keeps it holy when I speak
Preach, this microphone's up in the pulpit
Treat em like prison cause heavy bars is all you dudes get
Handing out sentences, bass line a be the gavel hit
Fresh like the day that the case got dismissed
I remember, days I used to think my rhymes was kinda dated
But nowadays I sit back and let them haters hate it
And every beat I get on its d*** Black you ate it
And it sit up in they mind leave em mentally constipated
From the shh I say in cadence
Killing beats like I'm Jason
Freddy Kruger as I chase em
In they dreams they can't escape em
I'm a stallion no stable, no Cain I was able
Make it sweet like maple
Grip the paper like a staple
Center hacking on my drive, forward fouling on my lay up
When you great like a Laker then you noticed by haters
(Yeah aye aye)
When you great like a Laker then you noticed by haters
And I'm out

Written by:
Reginald DeVore Jr

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