I got some dro to wrap

Tryin to let go of the past

I'm tryin to close the gap (yeah)

Give part of my soul for the stacks (yeah)

Cause I gotta get the bag

Burn me a blunt then I hit the sack

Talk to my girl fore I walk in the studio

Tell her don't cry, I'ma get this all movin yo

I'm bout to shift to my overlord state like I'm Broly

They hate but the truth on they face

Have my mama set up when I'm twenty seven

And I believe that shit like it was God who said it

But my mind like Reddit, I don't see shit clear

All I ever hear is screamin in my ears

She don't know what I be drownin in this beer

I know shit I shouldn't, keep me full of fear

But I still make home on the east coast

I ain't tryin to dance like Ne-Yo

Y'all some Miss Cleo's

Never seen a key doh

Missin all that weight like you switchin to keto

Kenny Omega, yeah my squad been elite yo

I ain't really tryin to chill around in a mink coat

Still I might remix this shit with the Migos

Ain't about no ego, yeah my team gotta eat yo

That's honest like I'm in the hot seat

Got a Pikachu bag full of shots for these Nazis

And who gon stop me? Lock me up like Tekashi

Might off Richard Spencer dispensin that Glock heat (unh)

Bite off they heads like I'm Ozzy (unh)

Got some of my people on oxys

Seen too much pain, too much love put in boxes

I don't member when it was that I lost it

Meteor sent like Deoxys

I'm just a vessel to start the apocalypse

I'm just a problem that you got no way to fix

Y'all wanna sit on yo asses and wait for shit

I put my feet to the pavement and get it

Can't rest til they pay me to speak by the minute

Yeah this ain't no job, it's my life, ain't no holidays

I got a lot of shit ridin on what I say

Drunk like I'm Hemmingway, high in the Milky Way

Homie I soar through the sky like I'm Ricochet

I'm tryin to burn in Hawaii with Holloway

Can't wait to call up my mom say "it's all okay"

I'm tryin to change the whole game like M. Faraday

So that my kids will be set without Medicaid

Motorcade all made of Escalades

I'm fillin up my Insta with my escapades (yeah)

I don't need a cape

Put the Druff on my shoulders til I got a neckache

That's Mighty Mouse shit, what you smellin ain't incense

All I see at night is dead people like the Sixth Sense (unh)

I am not a fuckin role model

I'm a demonic prophet, I'm the stoned Aristotle

I'm an addict and they fuckin up by givin me all this money

Probably die bloody, then they'll make a billion of the mummy (yeah unh)

I gotta get the bag

Dollars in frames like I'm Mister Krabs

Bout to get pubbin and hit the glass

If y'all wanna hate you can kiss my ass (hope I got dingleberries)