Blackberry Xavy Rusan

[Intro]
Ayy
Back again in this thing
Real recognize real, man, I swear I've never seen you niggas a god damn day in my life
Ain't no hittin' agendas bitch, we need that Guap straight like that

[Verse 1]
I'm a thirty Glock type, you a dirty sock type
Funny, yeah, sitcom, Third-y Rock type
Me, I'm on coin base checkin' stock price
Checkin' rear-view mirrors when I'm at the stop lights
Coin on Leprechaun, echelon rappin'
Blessed with the flows and the methods y'all lackin'
Y'all be tryna dumb it down, lessen y'all rappin'
Me, I'm out here flippin' flows like an ethanol package
I'ma make it happen, I don't gotta dick ride
All my niggas with it, they ain't lettin' shit slide
High for an hour, use the third eye anyway
Hands-on holy feel, words on Hemingway
Anyhoo
I ain't been interested in the clubhouse
'Cause I can't be taking Zoom calls at the plug house
Tryna reach the minds of the young niggas thugged out
All the black leaders either Boujee or they drugged out

[Chorus]
Deeper they dig, the blacker my earth
Think, they tryna hide my actual worth
I don't need no cap I'm livin' my truth
I broke through the ceiling, my feet on the roof
Uh, blacker the berry more drippy your juice
Think, they tryna hide your actual roots
I black out the window and back up my coupe
I don't need no theories, I'm actual proof