Pistachios

I took a break from the album this the outcome

Ima kill careers i’m sick of hearing all of their mouths run

They been trying to X me out like my first name is Malcolm

All dem soft as baby powder, Johnson’s, and and the talcum

Talons like falcons in mouses piercing they backs it’s a fountain

Blood getting spewed by the ounces

Picking they brain in amounts of 20 mounds

My sound is pounding craniums

I’m spitting mania anybody that’s in the radius obliterated bruh

Ain’t no lazy in DNA I admit that I am in love with putting hours in while my peers that I know are out in clubs getting drunk and faded hoping they becoming popular I’ll follow up on all their cases bet they’ve falling off the earth in like 2 years max

Yeah my new shit slap

We get tired hearing raps about that you sold crack

And the guns you clap and the weed you bag but you ain’t fooling us behind the screen we know you sad

I would be sad too, seeing me go cashews, they can’t Macadam they look at you like you a taboo, almonds in my attitude my paper of pistachio color

They pecan at my pockets I know they praying I fumble got buzz like bumble bees with a phone that ring on silent

I know the color purple mellow but at times it’s violet

I’m violent I might start a riot, my wave? Yeah that’s Poseidon by the time I’m done my son going to be set, just like horizon, I seen people sprint to switch on they team, like it’s verizon, loyalty and me you get in between, let’s see you try it, god flows I decimate with the triedent they try to cyphine my lighting end up dying that’s frightening

I drink punch from Jim Jones spiked with a Vicodin as a chaser change the formula he could of added acid for more flavor, I don’t hair shit that bump like a dirty razor, i ain’t blending in it got them angry like a jacked up taper, I’m a one of one when cooking up so I don’t have to cater grade a with the laser schedule you to meet up with your maker mark it in

I don’t need no marketing

I’m networking like I’m peter Parker stopping monsters in New York again

Circle small like Yorker collars now they want to make amends

Planted money trees it’s about that time to start to rake it in

I don’t need no friends my brothers been here since I sparked the pen

Point me to the one that claim he king I got sarcophagus