Watch my face distort like I’m in PTSD radio

They tryna feed me poison, I ain’t gon die like Horatio

I don’t take public transit, jits get robbed on max like HBO

I watch my form, I watch my six, zip code got sticks like Casey jones

Lately cold in my fingertips

Edgar A be grown

Way too stoned

My Tree look like the grinch

I don’t play with phones

Sales intro

Ring then hear it click

I been Facing chrome

Fred flinstone

Put my foot through the whip

Kaput when it switch

They look at the kid like —

They look at the kid like a boxed hamburger

Rappers drop every tick on clock

I need to cop me a goddamn burner

Look at the kid like a deer in headlights

Do anything to get by, get by

Slip on an oil slick off rip like

Do this shit til my body go stiff, I

Never had shit I could lose

Cabin pressure, eyeballs starting to ooze

Befriended snakes and bit into fruit

“Hey I know that guy, he’s a nihilist”

Muhfuckas start to sound like the dude

They say no man is an i-sland

But where I land that’s true

Street level, can’t stand that view

How bout you?

—

They muddy the water and say they find deeper

Numbers a killer, the game minesweeper

Old friends sno’ted keys, Alicia

I don’t print merch on no cheap white t-shirts

Save them shits to remember people

Brd fucked up, hold too much rust

My fit combust when I enter steeple

—Jus a lil hyperbole

Rappers dying every day and it burden me

DIY

DIE

What’s different?

Imma D-I-A-L it back

Me and my guys got hella pack

If you say “fuck you” we say it back

Came out a landfill, carry an anvil

Bury your feet when the weight impact

Look that gift horse in the mouth

Prolly Beat it once it’s dead

Til it spit some money out

For you to buy another friend

Tell me how the fuck a rapper closest thing I saw to feds

Ain’t no borders for me

Imma take a saw right to the fence

Ain’t come this far for no reason

Most you rappers just memes

2019 was soul sold season

Bought it back at no fee

Out the crown V, huh

What this shit without me

Earning counting, learned accounting huh

Yo tank at bout E, how’s it empty?

You bout it, let’s see, huh

Goldmine

Same time I’m a landmine

Hopin this shit go right

On a new plane

I’m Still tryna land mine

I’m on standby

Fuck a dog pile

This shit a mountain

Was a molehill yesterday

Been a long while

Got a Great Big long smile

My fangs extend in length

Yo whip is rented aye

I spit cus brd got rent to pay

Brd in yo face, Magritte, Rene

Might write instead of sleep today

Got beef like I sell meat today

Won’t catch me in them streets

To each their own, to own they each, they say

Wanna have it, eat it, piece of cake

They Drowning, flippers up like pinball

Don’t get involved

Damn

Mixed up Dutch guts look like chipped logs

Pick up, sprinkle in a gram

Pop pop, jam

Pulled wool over both my eyes, I’m on the lamb

Load the 9 and tell them motherfuckers scram

Scram