Album on Tronicles

Track 17 on Tronicles
Clark Fent Lyrics
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[Verse]
…My white boy on the hunt, he got his shotty from Cabelas
Got a bunny on the road, we sendin’ Oxy’s out with Emma
They done shadowbanned my ‘gram, like, someone lock me in with Meta
Fuck around and charge a hoe, she tryna top me in the Tesla
Half man, half goat, I guess that I’m a Tummus
Fuckers tried to flick me on the six, I hit a right on [?]
Tell a hoe, “You know I’m heartless, I don’t even cry from onions”
Bag him up just like chips, the Draco leave him like a Funyun
Doggybone a pussy, that’s ain’t Zotti, it’s some catnip
Skatin’ ’round they block, if I catch three, then that’s a hat trick
Shit, I came from swipe, swipe, my pockets, they on Fat Nick
12 just flicked me with a brick, like, why you think a black lit?
Only time that dude be shinin’ when he in his man’s kit
Headin’ back from Minnesota, thumbin’ on the Blatnik
You would think the junkie buyin’ sweaters coppin’ half zips
Yo’ bitch rubbed my dick across her lips, just like some ChapStick
Bullets with the red tips look like some Carmex
Click the button, lift him up, we did him like a arm rest
Hype boy shit, the drip, this ain’t from far-fetched
Fiend think he Superman off oowops, he Clark Fent
You earn your stripes from being solid, this ain’t eight-ball
Knock her out the park, then I head home, but this ain’t baseball…