Denzel Curry - Story: No Title lyrics

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 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
'til 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 off 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's that's where
The story begins
'Fore the end of the timeline
On to the crimes rise
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 our women bitches
Fried chicken and watermelons 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