Story: No Title - Denzel Curry

Story with no title, everything is vital

Came up in this game now my idols is my rivals

Childhood friends end up pulling guns on you

Hoes wanna fuck because you carry funds on you

Like a blind man in church homie I don’t see none of that

Still can’t believe that I made it off rapping

Baby bottle blue mic spitting blue magic

How the fuck the rap game, become a beauty pageant?

Fugazi ass rapper trying to sound like Atlanta

Cause they got no identity, I’m off the top like

O-Ren Ishii vs. Uma Thurman

Gasoline, in my thermos and I’m 'bout to make a furnace out you niggas

Spitting ether, make-believers call it Easter

I am Jesus with a blacker penis, that is fucking genius

Who said Jesus can’t be a black guy?

Even Luke Skywalker’s father was on the dark side

Story with no title, everything is vital

Praying for my rivals let the church say (ay!)

Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle

Send them off to Lotto, let the case say (spray!)

Story with no title, everything is vital

Praying for my rivals let the church say (ay!)

Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle

Just like a

Story with no title, everything is vital

Started from the bottom where they wear bikini bottoms

Dig even deeper all you see is crabs in a bucket

When shit hit the fan niggas up it like «fuck it»

Spitting colder shit over cold shit my diamond you cold bitch

You like N64 go buy my old shit

I keep a AK on my Issa Gold shit

That’s how it goes down on the lower East Coast bitch

South Florida 21 getting older mind of a marine ever since I was a teen

Blowing up smithereens, living a broke man’s dream

Follow the roots of the prince till they crown me king

It seems, these niggas acting less than G’s

This ain’t the place that I choose to be

Where friends become strangers

Everybody wants to be a gangsta

It’s going down on the block, no anchor, story with no title!

Story with no title, everything is vital

Praying for my rivals let the church say (ay!)

Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle

Send them off to Lotto let the case say (spray!)

Story with no title, everything is vital

Praying for my rivals let the church say (ay!)

Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle

Just like a

Story with no title, bullet with no name

I was brought up inside a city that was built of cane

Even during my sunny days I am still a hurricane

I just wanna make it rain ain’t no aim ba-bay

Watching Bebe’s kids, we all Bebe’s kids

Little badass jit that’s where the story begins

'Fore the end of the timeline, on to the crime crimes

Out here beefing ain’t no working at Five Guys

It’s wild, convicted felon put on trial

It’s sad, a mother outlives her child

And that’s bad, especially because we’re black

When the revolution start that’s when the niggas attack

I’m looking at the liars that say you ain’t come from riches

Stop calling out women bitches fried chicken and watermelon’s

Not my diet, I’m everything you fear and what defines it

And if I die today it’s not surprising, story with no title