Open Book

No games, no consoles, my wave will turn Yachty in the pontoon

Spit like lava, watch how I'ma do. The rap Babadook. Collect a check and watch the comma move

Call the cops, send a squad, I'ma bomb the booth. A good man, man, what kind are you

Time to shoot, or die running, pie hunting, finally got a slice of it

Butter in the bread with them peppers Peter Piper picked, they better be the best

Novi on the show, you know they stay to see the set. It's something sacred

some will say that I'm a sadist. Insurrected, killing Satan while in slavery to the flesh

Engrossed, caught up in the web, took a leap of faith, and landed safely in a net

This ain't a task or assignment. My goals to turn coal into diamond. I can feel it when I write it

Blurred lines, black and whitish. Israelite, but trace the boats back to Africa and Ireland