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Adrain x Black!Reader
Notes: More chillin in a giant mansion with a vampire antics! You know I had to put in the cheesy anime trope of falling on ur crush. Also there’s actually a few moments where Adrian isn’t the super crazy smart vampire that legends make him out to be.🥴 This wasn’t supposed to be in any particular order, but I’d say the least naught ones come first so I’d see this scenario coming before the last one I wrote.🤔
“I want to dye my fur!”
You jumped up and down with excitement. Your hands supporting you on the kitchen table where Adrian ate breakfast.
He looked at you smiling, happy that you were happy but still a but confused. You’d suddenly ran into the kitchen with your exclamation.
“Dye your... what?”
You clasped your hands together in front of your chest.
“I would like to dye my fur! But I’m having trouble since I can’t really find what I’m looking for in mansion”
The Belmont library and what was formally Dracula’s Mansion came with a plethora of information on many subjects, but this particular goal came with unique challenges. Dyeing satyrs fur.
“Wait can you not find it out yourself?”
You hummed in thought. You did try researching here in the mansion for the past few days.
“Uh well I can’t find what I need. The mansion has an impressive amount of information here but not quite what I need to dye my fur. A lot of it jus includes our culture and theories. Besides, dyeing our fur isn’t a part of our culture it’s jus something I want to do. I wouldn’t expect to find it here!”
He too hummed in thought.
“Hmm well, why not go down to the Belmont library?”
You beamed with excitement.
“Yeah! That’s what I thought! You gotta go with me!”
He smiled that teasing smirk crossing his arms and leaned back in his chair. The morning light made his already golden eyes look like the most precious of jewels as they shone and glimmered. Ever since you saw him burst from the coffin with Trevor and Sypha you thought they were stunning.
“Oh? Why do I have to go?”
You smiled back and put your palm to your chest.
“Well, I am an amazing climber but I’m not a miracle worker. There is still a giant gaping hole.”
His smile turned into a thoughtful frown as he set his chair back.
“Hmm, I’d forgotten about that.”
The two of you set out to the underground library. As you leave the mansion onto the dirt road, you decided to hold his hand swinging your arms back and forth half to mess with him and half to comfort him. You always made sure to let Adrian have his time alone but you also worried about him. Maybe half vampires weren’t so affected by it but were you come from it was easy for satyrs to become touch starved. You were actually fairly independent compared to your brethren. You liked your alone time too. Perhaps, that’s why you were so in love with your current situation. It was easy for you to be overwhelmed but you also loved making friends and being around others, those two things often clashed
In the mansion, there were certain rooms that seemed like time stopped as moonlight trickled in, perfect for meditation. Then there was Adrian!
As you two were walking towards the ruins of the Belmont house, Adrian smiled down at you. Uh oh you knew that teasing look. He brought your hand up to his lips as he looked down at you with an eye and heat blossomed on your cheeks. You thought you could get away with your blushes undetected with your deep brown skin so you just tried to get a handle on your demeanor when you were embarrassed. Unfortunately, Adrian had informed you he could tell the blood was rushing to my head bright as day even if you did act through my embarrassment. Dang vampire powers have foiled you!
“Stop teasing me!! I’m not letting your hand go!!”
He giggled.
“I was simply returning your affection.”
You pouted.
“Do you do this to mess with me or push me away because you know it embarrasses me?”
His brows ticked up with his lips parted in surprise as he looked at you.
You tried your best to keep eye contact with him.
“It’s fun to bother you since I cannot push you away now. Why, you’ve chosen to stay with me rather than the dog and speaker or living with your own species. I’ve already realized that I’m stuck with you.”
You smiled before laughing.
“Is that what you call Trevor in your head?”
He smirked, and you asked.
“What do you call me in your head?
His eyes flickered to you before looking on towards the ruins.
“Fluffbutt.”
You spat before your laughter tumbled out, squeezing your stomach.
“Oh no! Adrian!”
“What? I thought it was pretty fitting.”
The rest of the walk was pleasantly quiet. Although you had to wonder if your nickname meant Adrian was looking at your butt. By how much he teased you about it and other things, that much should have been obvious but it hadn’t really sunk in till now.
You wondered if... he caught on to how you looked at him.
You hope he hadn’t, because you wouldn’t hear the end of his slick talking.
The two of you arrived at the house and hopped and dodged about the rubble. Adept nimble hoves took you far until you both reached the hole. You tried not to think about how the first time went.
When the 4 of you arrived here. Adrian easily manhandled boulders blocking the library entrance. The three of you stood back on awe. Trevor and Sypha were likely marveling at his strength but you couldn’t stop thoughts of what he would do if he got his hands on you. How rough he could....
You shake naughty thoughts away as you two found the entrance. Unfortunately without some sort of magic, your legs wouldn’t be about to handle the steep hole. Adrain hummed looking down into the crater before crouching down.
“Well then, lets go.”
You looked down at him, brow raised in confusion and your head tilted.
“Hmm? Adrian I take a lot of pride in my legs bu-...oh...oh!”
He’d ment for you to climb on his back.
“Oh Uh w-well then.”
You could tell Adrian was at least trying to hold his laughter.
You walked over before leaning down to wrap your arms around his shoulders and hooking your legs around his waist. As he stood, you got your legs situated comfortably squeezing his narrow hips.
“Now that I’m up here you’re pretty tall.”
That was code for this is a bit scary for you.
“Don’t worry you said you believed in your legs right? I do too, but just in case.”
He wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you closer to his body.
“Hmm for being so strong, I thought your body would feel like a statue.”
You muse. His body definitely felt strong but the muscles felt flexible and soft.
“Come now, this isn’t a poorly written vampire story. But I certainly don’t mind you checking the rest of my body for Ah statue like hardness.”
You hid your burning face in the back of his shoulder.
“Ok, I uh...kinda asked for that one.”
“I would hope so, I wouldn’t want to hurt you. I’m not taking you any other way.”
“I’m gonna beat you up! Stop talking!!”
He only laughed and gripped my thighs before he started his descent.
Adrian handled you as if it was regular to him. Your weight not effecting how light his hops were on his feet. He landed on what was left sticking out of the side of the hole. Broken railings, stairs and balconies. His steps were so effortless smooth. You probably wouldn’t have any problems standing on his shoulders.
Hmm so this was what it was like to be in his shoes.
You supposed he got a tad to confident though because right before you both made it to the ground, he misjudged the strength of one of the beams. It creaked when he landed on it and couldn’t handle the force of him hopping off it. It splintered and split under you both. Adrian reflexively tried to turn your body so he wouldn’t fall on you.
He successfully made his body a cushion for you. Even as strong as he was and how short the fall was you said,
“Ah, Adrian are you-!?”
You pushed up your torso and found your looking at his crotch. His arms just grabbed what he could in the fall you could feel his arms wrapped around your upper thighs. That means, he was looking at your!!
“Oh!! Uhm! S-sorry!!
“No thats my f-!”
He untangled his arms from your legs and you both scampered your respective apologies.
You moved your legs to get off him but hoves and slippery marble don’t quite mix. You slipped and hit his face with your ass.
“Sorry!!”
He tried to ease your concerns but his muffling wasn’t quite helpful. Especially when his nose and mouth were rubbing right up against your crotch.
You were careful not to hit him again slipping off his body with the help of your hands, clothed body rubbing up against one another.
You lifted your leg to the side of him carful not to hit him with your hoof. That would be certainly less pleasant than a cushioned booty.
He had a shit eating grin on his face as he helped you up. Before it seemed an interrupting thought caused him to drop it.
“Wait have you been having trouble getting around the mansion? There rugs in some places but there’s a lot of marble floors...” His grin suddenly turned into a guilty frown, and you rushed to reassure him waving a free hand.
“Oh no! I uh...I use these rubber covers on them so I won’t slip but I uh sorta forgot em...”
You rub the back of your head sheepish.
“Oh I see...”
The guilty in his expression softened, but the frown stayed.
“Uhm th-thank you for asking though, and for carrying me.”
You giggled.
“It wasn’t a long fall you didn’t have to catch me.”
He smiled.
“Well you didn’t have to ask me for my well-being.”
We both smiled not looking at one another.
“Do you need help? Getting around here since...”
I deadpanned before exclaiming.
“Oh shit you’re right!”
There was actually not a lot of rugs in the library. Uggh that’d be really embarrassing being carried around by him because I’m a newborn fawn in skates!
You bit your lip in thought.
“W-well how about this, jus Uhm help me to the rug sections and when we need to move set me down at the next one...?”
He flushed and seemed to be...speechless? He only nodded his head with eager eyes. You put your arm around his shoulder as you stood and yelped a bit when he picked you up bridal style. He smiled almost with your same excitement of you this morning and the two of you went down the stairs.
Well, if there was any question of him looking at your ass...
You...felt a bit shy by how much you realized you liked being carried by him. It was like... even though I had these short comings, I was still cared for and valued by him. It was quiet save for a few teasing looks which you returned with a pout.
The two of you were looking for the best place to start and you were surprised by how many sections of your species there were.
“Hmm well, if you want to dye your fur, then I suppose we should look in alchemy?”
You nodded.
“And anatomy!”
“Mmm yes. I hope they aren’t too far from one another.”
We’d found an alchemy section and Adrian knelt down to place me on the carpet as he let me go, I said thank you.
His lip twitched as if trying to hold a smile.
“You don’t have to thank me for this. This should be expected.”
“But it’s polite!”
“Well, I suppose that’s true but you don’t have to be polite...”
“Plus, you look really happy when I do!”
He couldn’t hold his demeanor with that. He smiled and started to laugh.
“Can I not hide I smile from you?”
He giggled some more when I smiled shaking my head.
We began our search comparing books finding out how it was all organized. You walked about the space you could, luckily the carpet was next to a bunch of book cases you could reach. Adrain wizzed around you appearing here and there. At the moment he was searching across from you. You smiled into the book you were currently holding. A little giddy at the fact he’d go along with your strange experiment.
“So? What color do you want to dye it?”
“Oh! I haven’t even told you! Pink! Pastel pink!”
He snorted.
“You don’t need pink to be cuter than you already are, but as you wish.
Adrian usually wasn’t so blatant about what he thought of me. You heated, surprised, but it seemed he surprised himself too. Currently, you could clearly see him on the second floor when he buried his face in a book. You giggled wishing you could go up there yourself and tease him some more. You’d jump up there but before you could ready yourself to, he’d already appeared before you and swept you off your feet. You suppose that was part of the diversion to keep you from teasing him.
You smirked up at him.
“If you can’t take it don’t dish it!”
He pouted down at me.
He’d carried you upstairs when you both found something of a combination of what you needed to safely make dye for yourself.
You both sat side by side, up against a bookshelf. As you were nodding off, Adrain looked down at you being easily flustered was quite draining! He slid the book and notepad from your slack hands and lead you lie on his lap, draping his cape over you. You felt warm and soft.
A tiny.
“Adrian...?”
“Yes, my dear?”
“How...are we gonna get back up the hole...?”
A pause. Adrain sweat and simply whispered.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
You softly swatted him for the bad pun.
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okay, i said if there was interest i would think about making a post listing all the references i squeezed into the locked tomb fic i spent the last month or so writing, and now i’ve realised i don’t care if there’s interest because i want to be self-indulgent SO
under the cut is a (somewhat spoilery) chronological list of all the memes, vines, and cribbed tumblr posts, as well as homages to various books, tv shows, song lyrics, etc. that made their way into blessed with a wilder mind!
(cw for suicide mention)
this is of course a reference to the legendary bodybuilding forum thread where they did, actually, argue over how many days there are in a week (cw for ableist slurs in the thread)
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buzzfeed unsolved meme. i am dirt and i love to eat dirt
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this is so well-known it’s almost not worth listing it but oh my god they were roommates
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in itself, this isn’t a reference to anything in particular, but if you didn’t do this on your first read then i’d recommend taking another look at this scene and thinking about the specific wuthering heights/frankenstein/rebecca excerpts discussed by harrow and mercymorn but in relation to canon!harrow’s trauma/relationship with the body in htn :~)
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also not really a reference to anything in particular but when i looked back over the fic for this post it struck me that the ‘sex panther’ phrasing was probably at least partially unconsciously inspired by the shoebox project (professor mcgonagall’s oiled man panther was a formative moment for me, truly)
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cw gross/unsanitary: it’s the tinder poop window incident. i mentioned this in the end notes of the fic as being what i had in mind for that scene but if it’s too gross for you (UNDERSTANDABLY) then feel free to Death Of The Author me to your heart’s content!
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i listened to a lot of orville peck while writing this
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very very very loosely inspired by this clickhole article
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respectively: fourth of july by sufjan stevens / wuthering heights by emily bronte
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TWO BROS, CHILLIN IN A HOT TUB, FIVE FEET APART BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT GAY
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there was absolutely no need to stretch this across three paragraphs, and yet
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iconic
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i already linked to this one in the end notes of the fic itself, but it’s good, so here it is again
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i can’t find the actual original post but it’s this fucking horrible thing
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the last line is a reference to the secret history by donna tartt:
“Could it be because it reminds us that we are alive, of our mortality, of our individual souls- which, after all, we are too afraid to surrender but yet make us feel more miserable than any other thing? But isn't it also pain that often makes us most aware of self? It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one's burned tongues and skinned knees, that one's aches and pains are all one’s own. Even more terrible, as we grow old, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us. Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that's why we're so anxious to lose them, don't you think?”
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a lyrical double whammy!
from ‘last words of a shooting star’ by mitski: “they’ll never know how i’d stared at the dark in that room with no thoughts like a blood-sniffing shark”
from ‘a better son/daughter’ by rilo kiley: “sometimes in the morning i am petrified but can’t move/awake but cannot open my eyes”
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shout-out to maybe my single favourite video game moment, the encounter with the sky cat in night in the woods: “There is a hole at the center of everything, and it is always growing. Between the stars I am seeing it. It is coming, and you are not escaping, and the universe is forgetting you, and the universe is being forgotten, and there is nothing to remember it, not even the things beyond. And now there is only the hole... You are atoms, and your atoms are not caring if you are existing. Your atoms are monstrous existence.”
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“Nothing is ever fulfilled, not until the very end.” - rust cohle, true detective s1, this reference is VERY tonally dissonant because in context it’s actually grim as all hell but w/e w/e i couldn’t resist the shout-out
also harrow quotes from the goldfinch again here! i had the reference included before i read this post and realised tamsyn muir also quotes from the secret history in htn. terrible synergy
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they are in fact all real. you’re welcome
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this one’s doing a lot of work lmao. it’s paying homage to this quote by tamsyn muir talking about the draco-in-leather-pants trope in relation to ianthe by loosely referencing drop dead gorgeous, the best drarry fic ever written, in which harry is part veela
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“It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown I back, throat to the stars, "more like deer than human being." To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.” - that’s right it’s another reference to the secret history, with a little bit of mary oliver (tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?) sprinkled on top for flavour
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a small one, but it’s the goldfinch again: “And I feel I have something very urgent and serious to say to you, my non-existent reader, and I feel I should say it as urgently as if I were standing in the room with you...”
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my FUCKING cinnamon apple
what if i... put my minecraft bed.... next to yours... aha ha just kidding.... unless?
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[cw: suicide discussion in these next two]
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robyn can have little a rust cohle quote, as a treat.
1. “I'd consider myself a realist, all right? But in philosophical terms I'm what's called a pessimist... I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law... We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody's nobody... I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction; one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.”
2. “This... This is what I'm talking about. This is what I mean when I'm talkin' about time, and death, and futility. All right, there are broader ideas at work, mainly what is owed between us as a society for our mutual illusions. Fourteen straight hours of staring at DBs, these are the things you think of. You ever done that? You look in their eyes, even in a picture, doesn't matter if they're dead or alive, you can still read 'em. You know what you see? They welcomed it... Not at first, but... right there in the last instant. It's an unmistakable relief. See, cause they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just... let go. Yeah, they saw, in that last nanosecond, they saw... what they were. You, yourself, this whole big drama, it was never more than a jerry-rig of presumption and dumb will, and you could just let go. To finally know that you didn't have to hold on so tight. To realize that all your life - you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your pain - it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person.”
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ahaaa this one’s particularly rough. evil monkey no one alive dot jpg
“Later, that dozy embrace solidified in his memory as the single moment of artless, charmed happiness in their separate and difficult lives. Nothing marred it, even the knowledge that Ennis would not then embrace him face to face because he did not want to see or feel that it was Jack he held. And maybe, he thought, they’d never got much farther than that. Let be, let be.” - annie proulx, brokeback mountain
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a TRIPLE lyrical whammy!
- harrow’s words to gideon in the dream are a bit of a vague reference to the song ‘adventures in solitude’ by the new pornographers (”we thought we lost you/welcome back”)
- gideon’s words to harrow are a reference to the song ‘blush’ by wolf alice (”you’ve got two hands to take all you can/but don’t take too long”)
- what harrow texts to gideon is a line from ‘about today’ by the national, aka the most devastating song ever written (”hey, are you awake?/yeah i’m right here”...)
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i CANNOT find a clip of it but harrow’s repetition of “life is short... it’s short” was me paraphrasing from memory a line from pride (2014), because i am the worst
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spooky scary skeletons!
“jail for gideon” is obviously a reference to the “jail for mother” tweet that tm also referenced in htn. so, not original in the slightest, but it’s a great tweet
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one of my favourite tumblr posts
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because naberius tern absolutely would watch rick and morty. he would. i know it in my heart.
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and that’s it, i think. hope you enjoyed this horrid little post and my horrid little fic!
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Is it just me feeling like who moved the rock
These past few days my world has been so off balance and no matter what I try to do it somehow get met with roadblocks or it won’t come to life . My life has been a lot of battles that I will say I have lost all of them . Now social media has become my outlet but even that has been a challenge for me because folks are taking the spiritual path and made it into a big hole that seems to be sucking the life out of folks .
My mom use to say that people are not ready for true magic (she called it another name , but you folks use magic so that is why I use the magic word) that we will use it for selfish gains and something that is pure most will turn it dirty . So I sit here and talk to the old people( Ancestors) and shed tears 😭 as I watch all that was taught to us as everyday be broken down and dissected . I now see why my mom hid so much from prying eyes 👀 . The Elders knew we were not ready to handle all those secrets and that back room workings . Most folks called it that prayer room where only 1 or 2 aunts were allowed to go into . Most of us just shrugged our shoulders and didn’t pay too much attention to those folks and that back room working ( can’t speak for everyone just sharing my family history) . Folks putting up spells or something to get people to spend more money on b.s ( sad to say folks spend on the stupid shit before they invest in learning the truth and the basic )
It’s like someone moved the rock while the rest of us had our backs turned an now folks are feeding eleggua cocaine and tomato 🍅 sauce? Folks killing animals on their own because some site said to wash your floors with blood , folks making Jesus a Orisa , folks spilling secrets about their initiations . People doing self initiated ceremonies , folks digging up graves saying that’s how you get into Palo and my favorite is having sex with your godparents saying that’s how you become powerful.
My aunts and them laugh so hard and they just shake their heads and say lawd save these chillins for they are so precious ( translates into they are dumber than a bag of bricks) 98 yrs young 78 and some older they still visit one another and check on everyone once a month , they still write every new person born in the family bible that sit inside madea house 🏠,
I am just venting and wondering what will the Elders do , will they go in that back room or do something totally different , so far they just watch an wait . As my momma use to say sup not everything needs a reaction sometimes the Old people handle things themselves in their time
Listen they ain’t been wrong yet
“ they also shared with me when the time comes shake off that city dirt and bring your ass home “.
Maferefun Egungun
Blessings to the Ancestors
Many thanks to the Old People
Respect to those that walk beside us
Hanks , ghost, spirits, two head and split tongue 👅, night wanders , fields hands, house and moonshiner , obeah , rootworkers, mojo conjure slave river walkers levee camp women , etc
Lest we forget
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King
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King
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Niggas tried to crucify me
We ain’t never gon’ stop
We come from the motherfucking dirt, you can’t bury me, nigga
‘Member niggas tried to bury me
Kept it real, now they mad at me
Thought the memes would embarrass me
But I done really been through tragedy
Middle of the jungle where the killers rumble
Hold the chopper up with accuracy
Knock the power out his battery
Make his mama feel the agony
When it’s beef, who gon’ really ride?
Play it neutral, nigga switchin’ sides
Niggas worser than these ho bitches
They don’t really know whose dick to ride
In the Bentley with the stick inside
I can’t live my life in the field
Gotta pay the lights and the bills
I ain’t got time for a cell
They threw the book at the kid (the kid)
You really can look what they did (they did)
That shit just made me a monster
I took the book and I ran
I got niggas takin’ real L’s
Gave ’em life and they booked in the fed
I put a stack on their form
I fill their books up with bread
Oodles and noodles for breakfast
Made me so young and so reckless
Came up and they ain’t distracting
I’m ’bout to teach ’em a lesson
I’m the one that taught the youngins
When you come from nothin’, niggas gon’ respect you (they did)
From the muscle, now we flexin’
Fuck it up and then we exit
They know I’m a ride for this shit
They know I’m a die for this shit
I had to get me some money (some money)
And I put the squad on this shit (I did)
Remember they said I would lose (remember?)
Them niggas was poppin’ and shit (they what?)
So fuck ’em, we breaking the rules (rules)
I’m like LeBron in this shit
Ho!
Came back off of three to one (three to one)
Who thought that I’d be the one? (who?)
In the dungeons I can see the sun
Heard ’em comin’, they ain’t even come (pussy)
I put fear in these niggas talk (pussies)
I can hear when these niggas talk (pussies)
I can hear when they hatin’ on me (pussies)
Still playin’ with a bigger heart (ho)
Fuck it, I’m a take the high road (high road)
Kill these niggas with my eyes closed
I was countin’ with my vatos
Wrap the chicken like a gyro
I’ve been trappin’ since like ’05
Gettin’ it and duckin’ 5-0
They ain’t even never see the paper
That’s Dorito, paper, boy that’s nachos
On the ‘Gram, like it lit (You ain’t lit)
Punch your man, he’s a snitch (You a rat)
Put some money on a nigga head
Last time I made a hit (bad)
I’ve been chillin’ tryna get the bread
Try play me like vic (Suckers!)
Did him dirty out the rip (prrrr)
I ain’t even wanna trip (ho)
Bullet holes in your car door (car door)
Just to let you know the war is on (war is on)
In my hood it’s like a warzone (yeah)
Niggas really gettin’ sparked on (yeah)
Young nigga tryna make it out (make it out)
Used to have to get our starve on
Rags to riches to the baddest bitches
Now I’m pullin’ Wraiths with the stars on
They know I’m a ride for this shit
They know I’m a die for this shit
I had to get me some money (some money)
And I put the squad on this shit (I did)
Remember they said I would lose (remember?)
Them niggas was poppin’ and shit (they what?)
So fuck ’em, we breaking the rules (rules)
I’m like LeBron in this shit
Ho!
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