Lomachenko Video (MV)

Check the blue pr-print- I been feeling myself
Never used cement- Built up a new house
Bill Clinton and, hill- I won't go to hell
Bitch I'm moving in- get ahead of myself I'm
Badder than triple G, Lomachenko
Crossover I'm messing up both your ankles
I kill it, it's homicide, you get mangled
The game ain't the same I put it in shambles
The tape flammable, you burn it like a mantle
Cut your rhymes up and slice em with a scalpel
Washed- lavabo- and drowning, it's a downpour
Starch- energy I'm raging in Toronto
Down Queen, tell the Uber pronto
If I didn't eat prolly buy a condo
Now I can't sleep, nightmares of gestapo
Thankful that I noticed that-that cucaracho
Roll trees like a sycamore
Playing f*cking "sicko mode"
While I'm watching Rick and Mo ah ah
Stick em up
Shit I heard in Mykonos
Every year on pikkado
Family feeling sick or what
They all hate me, feeling like a bastard
Told me I should go and call the pastor
Shit I thought up in my head is a disaster
Turn a page, now I'm reading a new chapter
I don't feel alive, I might just be a after
Thought I'd get a ride, we went to see the raptors
Sitting in a rise, I fall, the blood it splatter
Looking in your eyes, I see the newest laughter
Now I'm okay
I don't feel no pain
Exit out my veins
And my arteries
Yeah my heart it race
My momma she vape
My momma she vape yeah
Crimson in my face I feel my pulse it weaken weaken
Swim no more I'm in the f*cking deep end deep end
On the low, I always thought I'd creep in creep in creep in
Ain't no hope but you can be my beacon beacon beacon
Lay my head to rest
I'm going to bed
I'll see you at sev
A nightmare again
I can't pay my rent
I ain't got a friend
No bitch in my bed no