REVOLVER - Lil Darkie

If you ain’t fucking with my vision

Then act like I don’t exist

If you ain’t riding with me nigga

Get rocking that’s what he kicks

Because I’m tired of disloyalty

And bitch shit

I’m tired of the misfits

And what else?

I’ll list it

I hate niggas that dissing but wont

Make the diss explicit

I hate when niggas switching

Playing sides you complicit

I hate when niggas don’t know something

Wrong cuz you ain’t pissed yet

Cuz you ain’t said you hate when niggas

Quiet like some crickets

Insects

Crush em up and eat em with some butter

On some biscuits

My fist gets

Harder when I grip to

Sit through

Another fucking day of playing shit cool

Fuck that

I hope the fucking planet suck the guts

Out of my nut sack

I’ll buss back

And you can fucking trust that

I’ll hit you

Right in yo fucking neck

'N let you lay inside a piss pool

Cuz there ain’t nothing worse than

Treated badly by your brother

Kinda anger make me wanna see

Another in a gutter

Kinda anger make me blind and

Make me think an awful thought

Was never taught how to forgive

Or maybe I had just forgot

Why the people that’s supposed to

Have you back is turning opps

Kinda anger make me wanna murder

Every single cop

With a shotgun

Pull up and I pop one

Pull up and I pop two

Now they’ve fucking shot you

So let it stay a thought then

The kinda one that dropped in

The kinda one I put inside a song

That I can bop ten times

Until I stop caring

About the fact that underneath it all

There’s nothing solid to hold on to

Like you want to

And when I’m dreaming I feel better

Then I do when I’m awake

How I’mma dream some realer people

Than the ones that living when they

Really fake

Like actually

I do this rapping casually

Distract me from my dying

And trying to feel my innocence

Again and it’s impacting me positively

And in a sense I guess

It is the cause of anxiety

When people got pairs of cents

They wanna give too

Distribute

Opinions bout the art

But I ain’t like the other

Rappers you listen to

This music is a painting

With emphasis on the pain

It’s not to entertain

It’s the noises inside my brain

And I pray that you understand

And I’m sorry I’m so aggressive

If I had a hundred bands I’d invest it

Into my message

That race is fake

And people equal but don’t wanna be

It’s all because of greed and

How we structure our economy

I’m so depressed

I’ve had this liquor in my chest like every day

Cuz I ain’t been feeling the best

A mixed race faggot boy that rap and

Ain’t black but his goddess is

I pray that kali ma descend

On la bring apocalypse