Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Story: No Title, artist - Denzel Curry. Album song Imperial, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: PH
Song language: English
Story: No Title |
| 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 all 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 till 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 of 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 that’s where the story begins |
| 'Fore the end of the timeline, on to the crime crimes |
| 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 out women bitches fried chicken and watermelon’s |
| 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 |