Artist: Denzel Curry Album: Imperial Song: Story: No Title Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Denzel Curry] Story with no title, everything is vital Came up in this game now my idols is my rivals Childhood friends end up pullin' 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 rappin' Baby bottle, blue mic, spittin' blue magic How the fuck the rap game become a beauty pageant? Fugazi ass rappers tryin' 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 Spittin' ether, make-believers call it Easter I am Jesus with a blacker penis, that is fuckin' genius Who said Jesus can't be a black guy? Even Luke Skywalker's father was on the dark side [Chorus: Denzel Curry] Story with no title, everything is vital Prayin' for my rivals, let the church say (ayy!) 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 Prayin' for my rivals, let the church say (ayy!) Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle Just, like, a [Denzel Curry] Story with no title, everything is vital Started from the bottom where they wear Bikini Bottoms Dig even deeper, you see it's crabs in a bucket When shit hit the fan, niggas up it like "Fuck it" Spittin' colder shit over cold shit out 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 Blowin' up smithereens, livin' a broke man's dream Follow the roots of the prince 'til they crown me king It seems, these niggas actin' less than Gs This ain't the place that I choose to be Where friends become strangers, everybody wants to be a gangsta It's goin' down on the block, no anchor Story with no title! [Chorus] [Denzel Curry] Story with no title, bullet with no name I was brought up inside a city that was built off caine Even durin' my sunny days, I am still a Hurricane I just wanna make it rain, ain't no +Ay Bay Bay+ Watchin' "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 beefin', ain't no workin' 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 lookin' at the liars that say you ain't come from riches Stop callin' our 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 surprisin' Story with no title!