Scraper - My Favorite Color

I feel like Hammer in these parachutes

Hoppin' out the coupe

Going broke for clues

Made the news

Black man drown in a black pool

I just paint these pictures I’m Picasso in a Kangol

Dancin' with the Devil like, baby can you tango?

Heart as cold as Rita’s nose fuller than my stomach is

Died and went to heaven, it was boring so, hell it is

Scraper still pushing but every light’s flashing

Probably why a nigga keep having heat flashes

Head in the dirt

I feel like numbing is under the statement

Tongue getting covered with love from a fragrance

Funny how me and my pain are adjacent, fuck

I can’t even fathom head headed over mountains

Politickin' with these infants I just hope it ain’t a challenge, yeah

Dropped outta college just to find answers (yeah, yeah)

Waistin' money just to be a freelancer (yeah, yeah)

Momma left advice in my voicemail (yeah, yeah)

Word of mouth’s movin' like a folktale

I’m in LA with the scraper (I'm in LA with the scraper)

Back seat’s full of snow (back seat’s full of snow)

I’m in LA with the scraper (I'm in LA with the scraper)

Tire pressure’s getting low (tire pressure’s getting low)

What you know, what you know?

(what you know, what you know?)

No one knows 'bout my nose (no one knows 'bout my nose)

What you know, what you know?

(what you know, what you know?)

No one knows 'bout my nose (no one knows 'bout my nose)

Pull up pull up, wait

Pull up, wait

Pull up pull up, wait

Pull up, wait

Bitch it’s my way, bitch it’s my way

Pull up pull up, wait

Pull up, wait

Pull up pull up, wait

Pull up, wait

Or the highway, or the highway

Got that shit that make you wanna slap yo mama back to back

I split the pack, I serve you that, I punch a brick until it cracks

I move

Out the way a different state

Ballin' like the ball is flat

Eatin' like I over ate

I’m on

Offer than an auction

My bitch look like she winnin' but my bitch feel like she lost it

Raf Simmons scuff lookin' gorgeous as a princess

Sneezin' for a reason if you ask I’m allergic

Scratch my throat

I’m gonna stand outta bounds

Y’all can hold onto the loud

Really that isn’t my sound

Roulette with six bullets

They watch as I pull it

I feel like misfortune

Head gone, no horseman

Doppelgangin'

In the mirror with Satan

I’m the only reason

There’s an only reason (yeah, yeah)

Scraper pushin'

Clouds sweatin' bullets

Umbrella ella

Gonna help me through it

I’m in LA with the scraper (I'm in LA with the scraper)

Back seat’s full of snow (back seat’s full of snow)

I’m in LA with the scraper (I'm in LA with the scraper)

Tire pressure’s getting low (tire pressure’s getting low)

What you know, what you know?

(what you know, what you know?)

No one knows 'bout my nose (no one knows 'bout my nose)

What you know, what you know?

(what you know, what you know?)

No one knows 'bout my nose