[Intro]

This the outro, here we is-is this the outro?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord

[Verse]

Fuck love, only love that I need’s

From my team and my wife what I mean, oh, Lord, oh, Lord, yeah

I don’t care anymore

Yeah, yeah, like LaMelo, I ball, yeah

It’s my glow up from gloom this my record from my MF to DOOM

Upon ya FM, never question to lose

I make a rep at disrespecting all ya steps and ya rules

I’m on a set, gotta rep, the teachers kept me a fool

I played it cool though, uh, since I exit the womb

Yeah, my dudes knew I’m the dude that got the doobies and fumes

And we blew, but I knew I had ‘em, sessions in bloom

They consume like every breath in every second we do like

I can step in a tomb with a groove

Like Tutankhamen with the ramen and noodles

That be my karma though, yeah, yeah, blessed in the bloom

And who knew? With every blessing, brings the stress to consume

Every problem [?] problems [?]

I could boom, that’s why I’m better off just left in a room

So let me pop this pill, festered my whos

Whats and wheres, I don’t care about exceptional views

So fuck ya Hilton suite, who’s countin’? A hundred fifty feet

Above the clouds, premier like I’m fifty deep

Fifty Gs, twenty-one questions like it’s a 50 beat

This the bounce, don’t fuck the count, we ain’t no Freddy, Gs

I ain’t thuggin’ for ya watch ice

Now’days, I’m stashin’ merch money for my stock price

Focused like Will Smith, my Baywatch like

Carmen Elec’ and my homies harmin’ my rep

The bars’ll reflect, a puzzle left for fans to connect

Like dots, I’m so in depth, deep dive and go net

When I die, these flow patterns that I left are little pieces of the heart in my chest

That I can part with the death

[?] smokin’ broccoli [?]

I’m blowin’ cassettes, medicinal, I’m blowin’ this deck

Stay away from cell phones and get recorded by feds

What fuckin’ plans? Same shit never ends

It’s on loop, hoop-de-hoop, got unusual zen

My bro’s at peace, why I choose to repent

They want a piece, face demons, don’t confuse me with them

I seen evil, one take, spiritually, I’m on ten

435HZ on ya screen: HD

Order more, I might just order more and cop a AP

A G, I could move E like Kevin Spacey

And get fool back Connor Tracey, break free

Uh, take a chance at this level

Welcome to the industry of rap, heavy metal

This the shit if the Angels took a second just to dip and met

Satan for exchanges for a dance with the Devil

Cold, I hit impossible targets

I proper just bar and I cop me the charges and pop from the darkness

Strike with the arsenal like Trossard and Saka

Got a box up in the back, the way I cross is retarded

Hit the target like I shop cheap, cross to the Father

[?] got it from the moment I started

Was onto F1, it’s like a tyre track

Driftin’ while my sister’s brigs in cargo on a wiretap

We trust a bar if he’s lyin’, we might buy it back

And rip ‘im, clip ‘im and send in on ‘is viper chat

Fuck off, spirits stacked like bottles shops

So much money, drawers are like a bank, my rims are Commonwealth

James Bond, 007, got the proper stealth

Cruise along the watchtower, they call me Jimi Hendrix doin’ voodoo

This in charge, play your blues clue

I could get you AirBNB like it was Bluetooth

I could get you rare [?] condition like a [?]

Talkin’ ‘bout the beef: that’s some rare shit your crew do

Pop said, “Don’t pay attention to the who’s

Who and what’s what”, this my final goodbye, so do you, yeah