thats not dis. (feat. Matthew Mullings)

Oh, that's not this (lil bitch)

Fuck ****, that's not this (lil bitch)

Dumb ****, this ain't that (lil bitch)

Fuck ****, and that's not this (lil bitch)

Oh, that's not this (lil bitch)

Fuck ****, that's not this (lil bitch)

Dumb ****, this ain't that (lil bitch)

Fuck ****, and that's not this

What's up, it's the Black Hummingbird at your spot

Nice to meet ya

One quick look, give the whole room a fever

Call the Navy, go signal your bleepers

We got the product to knock out your speakers

Ball like a yamal, y'all stuck on the bleachers

Sugar and spice, lipstick like sativa

Keys to her heart and she sing like Alicia

Coliseum views, woulda thought I was Caesar

I'm a dope magician

The Black Hummingbird and the Lord, you listen

With the coldest vision

I got more hoes than the mans with milk and biscuits

Majin Z been the Wizkid

Beanie on like I'm Puerto Rican

**** get soft in that bed you sleep in

But see, sleep don't exist to me

I only flow right till I count money trees

I would cut my wrist 'fore I cut my peace

With my twin right here, **** Siamese

And we getting up on him like Jodeci

She must do witchcraft from the way I freeze

Breaking bad on em like Gus, back in business

I'm the outlier, odd one out, fuck statistics

And I'm knocking down every damn door

I'll get so damn high that Jehovah can witness

Have them boys praying like a mormon lil mistress

**** so ill, they gon' call us a skin disease

Mr Miyage with the kicks, they gon' beat the slow shift

Okinawan or Vietnamese

Wintertime runs in my jeans, I get them half-off

Cause the sun's what I breathe and shit

Pussy **** don't play ball

They talk shit, first round out the playoffs

Hendrix the only target to a system

Conflicted but barely started

Best repent for your sins when you fucking with 613 artists

'Fore I get my **** barking

Cause we stepping on shit

Irregardless of my feelings

Cause bitch, I'm an artist and we known overseas

Ken Carson, roll his album in ashes after we chart

Some hate me for my one-track mind

Never been by the book, I don't guide lines

And she getting real tipped off the moonshine

Got her cussing and screaming my star sign

Vision so black and white that they calling me racist

I'm creeping through Lansdowne, up my spaceship

I don't remember your name, I'll face this

HOK ****, we stuck in the matrix

Fourth gate, Levitate, Leviosa

Don't like anything, call me Sosa

Me and my **** gon' be eating good soul

With a side of french toast and a few mimosas

My afro gon' be on a poster

With a big gold jet and a couple holsters

(Why these **** buggin)

Cause he know they can never compete or even keep the flows up

Oh, that's not this (lil bitch)

Fuck ****, that's not this (lil bitch)

Dumb ****, this ain't that (lil bitch)

Fuck ****, and that's not this (lil bitch)

Oh, that's not this (lil bitch)

Fuck ****, that's not this (lil bitch)

Dumb ****, this ain't that (lil bitch)

Fuck ****, and that's not this

I fucked it up

Ouuuuuu

Shit's so tough ****

Oh my gosh

"Fuck ****, that's not this"

Aye, Goddamn

Yo Zyad, you're different bro

You're fucking different

C'mon now stop playing with him man