Let Me In Nasty C (Ft. Blacksun Audiolab)

[Intro]
Hands in the air if you been broke
Hands in the air if you still broke
If I die I pray to God He bring me back to kill shows
To kill shows, and still hoe

[Chorus]
Get up on my ladder, I
I, I spend a night on a satellite
And I ain't coming back tonight
No I ain't coming back tonight
They made millions off this rap shit
You can't tell me that's magic
Rabbit out the hat trick, that shit
I guess I gotta go practice right?
Make a sacrifice, for the flashing lights

[Verse 1]
I've always had a thing for a girl with a little bit of attitude
As long as she can walk the walk
As long as she can bark the bark
She can say a lot if she knows where to park the car
I know a lot like a valet do
Stay on my toes like a ballet move
I graduated from the streets my nigga
Even though that ain't school
I learned how these moves made men
And this young made man made moves
I made it clear, my kind of common sense is rare
I kind of sense my opposites got a common fear
So watch and stare, you might see Pac appear
They told me think out, I live out the box, you square
I had a dream that my momma wrote back
She told me stay onto your rap
Keep a hard head, break bricks at the Mario trap
And now I'm in the corner dealing with dealing this audio crack
I'm still mad at Jesus to this day
He put mom in that taxi
That seat, bullet to the dome glass pieces to the face
I don't know my mom and I'm fiending for her face
Y'all fiending for a tape?
Y'all fiending for that Price City?
That Rapsun, Blacksun, y'all fiending for a taste?
Man, y'all seeking for a trace?
I'm a billion and 17 feet above this place