Lofticries

Lofticries My mind’s an art gallery Carrots, lettuce, celery Never in a pickle Catch me chilling with the cavalry That mean that I’m god-like You bitches need salvaging And I spit like a paint brush That is painting out a masterpiece And I am like a jungle full of motherfucking mega beasts When I spit I break the first three letters of your legacy Yeah, that mean I’m ill, ho Yeah, that mean I drill so Deep into these fields, slow You should run cause I’m on your heels, ho You should run cause I’m on that pill flow That super fuc*** real flow That break a bitch neck then a fuc*** jet black?? Stomp her with high heels, flow Kill me when these bitches fail in speaking that coherent shit Did this on my own, bitch, on my single parent shit My mind’s an art gallery