Blue November Hurricane Flows
[Verse 1]
Realest in the state, took exit 88
On my lonely imma skate, till' the wheels fall
Niggas on my heels and I'm tryna duck the real law
Attracted to a Jill Scott-esque honey will draw
Turn your lil' feels off, depression is a still-born, kill it
Got some beats from B-More, tryna fill the filmore, you feel it?
You niggas cut, paste, and dried up acrylic
Jean jacket she was spotting through the denim head spinning
I ain't even had to do much
Keeping shells on my tip like Koopa, rubbing on her FUPA
Flyest in my class no glass I'm past that
Just gimmie the smoke like shit talkers and bad backs
You got duped for some rupees nigga we can't link
Scratches on my brain from the mothafuckin' cat piss
Well known scavenger, thrashed in a challenger
I'm f..cked up, tryna spell accurate in Acuras
Flex skill, market it then I count bills
I know businessmen, artists who make mills
I know killas with bodies on em that make deals
I'll never get it like white women and gold fills
I played Malcolm in the middle, pretty as a fiddle uh
Type crazy with the riddles, fight lazy when the habits hit
Happy when the lighter flick
Pulling on her ponytails muhfuckin rabbit trick
Out the hat, pull a cinematic album track for track
From Minnesota, to the islands Imma put us on the map
Damaging, fly like anakin, buckskin inches on my bitch she play the mandolin
Ion do the handling, strangle you then sample it
Jansport travels, a pen a brain and a advocate
Stay adamant, knuckles red from the gems stolen
Smoke tree cause some niggas left on the rock rolling
