Domo Genesis, The Alchemist, Action Bronson, SpaceGhostPurrp, Earl Sweatshirt - The Daily News lyrics

My flow is crispy, hundred dollar bills
I tend to not care how niggas feel
Say what the fuck I want, bitch I'm ill
Keep it real, i ain't feeling you niggas
I'm killing you niggas
Mentally rich before I sign a
Deal on you niggas i get it crackin
While you niggas all rapping in whack fashion
I'm calling niggas' numbers on
Action that's Kat Stack-ing track hacking
Cutting slack that can't happen
Any cat easing up on the plan
Ya man scratching
I ain't parlaying with these rap niggas
I'm in the spot
Rolling pot scheming plots to
Get my racks bigger
Any feature, on sight Doms attack nigga
Taking champagne to the brain like
Fuck a bad liver play your lane I'll be
Speeding down the runway
Nigga keep it raw like wrestling on Monday
Chest out
Not giving a fuck to what a punk say
I know some hood niggas like
Ross that's with the gunplay

Stay tuned, six Goonies in a whip
Straight Hoochie only blew me cause I'm rich
Shit, we swerve ships
Medicine that burns lips
Earn chips, she only blew me cause I'm rich
There he at where he at?
There he at where he at?
In your city where them niggas carry gats
(uh) sperry's kicked up, it's a ferry cruise
Fuck around
Leave your family on the daily news

I be the Don, believe me
Making your girl tease me
Pitch-black locs I dedicate it to Eazy
Pocket full of cheesy, same color Luigi
Dead presidents, the resident is breezy
Funkiest of all, I ball and call shots
In your girl's spot like cars in parking lots
The block stay hot like Floridian weather
Thinking that it's not? Then
Try dying in leather
Better yet, ninja turtle, I'm The Shredder
Attacking every rapper with my shadow
Black reaper
Jeeper Creeper, kidnap you from the cipher
Eliminate competitors
The verbal lyric sniper
Phonk kill you, then I kill you too
Thinking and drinking and tweaking like
Purrp is that dude
Mysterious I'm killing the game
So fuck the fame
Confusing rappers with the mystical maze
To make them lame, uh

Stay tuned, six Goonies in a whip
Straight Hoochie only blew me cause I'm rich
Shit, we swerve ships
Medicine that burns lips
Earn chips, she only blew me cause I'm rich
There he at where he at?
There he at where he at?
In your city where them niggas carry gats
(uh) sperry's kicked up, it's a ferry cruise
Fuck around
Leave your family on the daily news