Ain't A Damn Fool

[Verse One: A Hype]
I hate blacks call me yung hitler

Got a couple loose screws
That quintuple use choose
To put a pressure fresher in the mind
Sin the grind
And I drive in my ten
Strive win by then
At everything I do
That every bang thy grew
The words hard to decipher, scarred to cypher
But now I'm striking, like a Viking or a viper
The type to wear shorts in the winter
A Hype do near sorts in the splinter
Of life where pulling out an ace
Mulling doubt a face
Is what ya get
That ya bet
But I push through, hush you
Annoyance, flamboyance, ain't getting, setting
Betting, letting ya get anywhere
And many care when plenty snare to the sound
Grab the rebound if ya missed
And pissed I kissed the glass, dissed the ass
Who tower over he think but not
Screw sour suckas see they drink a lot
Or something cause they on a slip, dip
Trip, whip out the dap
Rap shout
They leave your ghost like ghoul, host a tool
Of the trade, cool ya made a living
With enough to be giving, and ya stay on the apex
Next specs that see ya
Be ya deemers as goat, dreamers as moat
Of fallers, bad ballers
Because you can dream it or live it
Am cool, at doing my mission by vision
So as for me, Ain't A Damn Fool
What?

[Verse Two: OD]
Kung Fu Kenny with the Cap'n Crunch cereal
After this, murder the next track like serial
She think I'm handsome, real life I'm ethereal
Pop 20 perkys like antibacterial
Look at the feature list, product for a miracle
Acid on me, I ain't bitch made material
Got a storm cloak on, like fuck imperials
Shine the light on these bitches like helios
Rings on my fingers like Cheerios, front yard with the bushes like venereal
Got my own damn winery in my backyard
People asking me "Did you have to go that hard?"
BLKMSK pulled the gat and I had to play these cards
Flying kites while A Hype come through with the bars
Like Heath Ledger, nobody knows about these scars
Like Joaquin, won't catch me "Dancing with the Stars"
Mark called me up, had to come in like a street car
Wings on my back and I'm blue like Avatar
Halo over me, don't give damns like reservoir
Speed racing you pussies, like a cheetah in a Jaguar

[Bridge: BLKMSK]
BLKMSK in this
Bouta thrash this shit
Goin hammer bitch
I might mack yo chick

[Verse Three: BLKMSK]
I heard y'all talkin hoe shit
All the snitches croaking
A Hype got them open
Yo weak shit promotin
You lost, you hit the road end
Bouta get to floating
So i can slap you, both hands
You ain't been gettin no fans
My shit is invincible
Peeping yo pockets
That shit is invisible
I'm on my grind
Look at my credentials
All of the time
Look at my emblems
I'm always going a hunnid percent
Shoutout to Vivek and shoutout to Ben
All of my shit been stashed in the vent
Get at you later
My shit is debatably greatest
Creating the cravings for all of the haters
But all of you make it inside of hall of fame
I'm glad you bitches done came
Look at my features I'm going insane
Imma just get at you critically
Literally all of you rappin like you on some hennessy
Don't pretend to be a friend of me
You represent the enemy
Imma convince your mom to fend for me