Yo, it's lowkey dead
Ayo, yo I'm trynna go for sumn chill, you know sumn vibey?
Sumn, you know, sumn like this (Aye)
Oh gasm!
Takin-Ta-Ta-Ta-Takin' dough like you know you said you need it back
Ca-Cappin' "I'on need yo cash" like "I'on need yo racks"
Figures bussin' like I can't up with simple facts
I'm handin' out receipts just like they came packed with a grocery bag (Grocery bag, uh)
You wanna know? (You wanna know)
About my woes, saddest stories ever told
For-For the bros I'm finna eat
Spittin bars, spittin' heat
Niggas always hatin' finna leave 'em six feet deep
Yeah, It's a night (It's a night)
Full of pain (Full of pain)
Feb. 14th valentine rain (Rain-rain)
Yeah, I'on know how I'ma stay grippin' grain (Aye)
Why don't you go ahead and get up out my way (Aye-aye-aye)
Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah these niggas talkin' too much
I'll grab a few bucks, shorty grabbin' on me
Used to try and cuff, now I ain't trynna hear yo stuff
Hear yo stuff (Aye, yuh, nah-nah)
You wanna go don't say hello
You can't meet me on the low
A nigga drip like the ocean
In a flow state but I don't sip potion
Winter gets cold in the desert
One touch from my blade and the shikai leave you frozen
Show no emotion and no love for these bitch made niggas
I feel none, load the drum mag up and riddle they frames with the pull of the trigger
It's settled, I push the pedal, I'm on the run
So for yo safety, don't step too close up to the sun
Get burned, a sea of flames, over what I reign
I stay, upon this throne, grippin' my blade
Bitch I'm trapped, trapped, trapped (Yeah)
Trapped in my mental (Huh)
Facts if you throw I'm shootin' back in-in yo windows
I-I-I-It splash, splash, splash (Yuh)
Right in yo temple
Then we thra-thra-thrash, thrash
Throwin' bodies in the river
I'm a madman, crawl out my sarcophagus with MAC-10's
Pharaoh of the dark, I lay the pipe and make her backbend
Spit that lethal venom drippin' wetter than my fashion
Pressure paint perfection
Pave my road through all you hazbins