Swervin' - Malpractice

Black boy bodyin' the balance beam

Simone Biles in the Ivy League

I wreak Havoc like a Prodigy

So when I die tell ‘em make me phantom of the opera please

Sheesh

How I’m supposed to pay the rent tho

Biddie outta Trini

And we sippin' on Calypso

It fits tho

How he big stage inna small room?

How he on the road to riches

Riding inna car pool?

Ugh, the ride tinted

My mind on my business

The shot’s when Klay’s hot

& the D, Kawhi Leonard

I’m more like a finisher

Even when I start shit

Bank account looking

Like the balance on my smart trip

Negative

How I leave healed

When I stop pain

WOP at the range

And we train

How the cops train

In the Backyard

& we screaming the block name

New gun crank

Like I’m starting the chop train

New Year’s Eve

And the deaths finna follow

‘cus niggas get popped before they even pop the bottle

Still the mayor for life

I hope the city should know the motto

Seen my chocolate turn into a macchiato

Rappin' ‘til I got grey hair

On my Sisqo

Yeah, I want the mouth piece

But you can keep the lip tho

Fresh button up

And I sneak it wit a zip hoe

Tragedy & Sins

Now it’s Panic! At the Disco

I’m learning

Ball uptown when I’m down

Got a handle on the Net

Said I was a boss then (Boston)

Now I’m Irving

Got a new flame I ain’t know the dame (Notre Dame)

Church on fire

Cus I tried to fuck the game

I’m a virgin

But I did have to sell a bit (celibate)

Focused on the settlement

So I don’t do no settling

Since I got the gold

I ain’t really one for meddling

I’m tryna stay ready

And they tryna stay relevant

Black boy fly

Heavy wings wit this debt on me

Please don’t ever check me

If you never came to check on me

I ain’t got no poker face

So they don’t wanna bet on me

Nikon image

And the picture still developing

Clipped my rose

In the flicks I pose

If I miss my goals

Then I hit my woes

I’m living in the attic

But I still know how the cellar be

I could be the better you

But I prefer the better me

Heard you need bud from the plug

I don’t really sell drugs

But if you give me a dub

Then I’m servin

How he split the spliff like this

Get a fix off this

Open brain open heart &

I’m a surgeon

On I-95 doing 95

Whippin on the shoulder

Getting by every ride never merging

Propane turned novacane

Tried Staying in my lane

But I can’t cus I’m vain and I’m swerving

Nigga come home and he feeling like a whole nother person

I’m back in the city and a nigga couldn’t feel more suburban