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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, twenty-one 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 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 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 --- Story: No Title - Denzel Curry