Intro:

Yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Hook:

They lurk in my room, at night (They lurking)

What they want me to do, ain't right

Every time I refuse, they fight (I'm nervous)

So I pray to the lord, for sight

Dear god, help me understand my life

What they want me to do, ain't right

Every time I refuse, they fight

So I pray to the lord, for sight

Dear god, help me understand

Verse 1:

The names Clade I got labor to do. Drinking Mexican juice with the worm at the bottom like Drake before he blew. Now he's here haters, I'm Baskin Robbins I can spare flavors

You pat me down, I got a pair of razors. This high stakes, I gotta marinate em'. Don't wanna see your flaws, I bet the mirror break em'. Salaam alaikum, I'm fuckin' beats up beyond replacement. My single better than your compilation. I spit, like a grenade launcher releasing eggs like an ovulation. I eat a stage like a box of craisins, then open your top like a soccer stadium

You talk about that choppa banging but all you done was pop champagne at your graduation. You ain't do shit alone, you're still potty training. I spit, on the corner and it get's crudded like China's population. You drag me off a plane and I'm still fly, Godly statement

Hook:

At night (They lurking)

What they want me to do, ain't right (Ain't right)

Every time I refuse, they fight (I'm nervous)

So I pray to the lord, for sight (For sight)

Dear god, help me understand

Verse 2:

You talk tough, but you're afraid to fight

You got, rich of other people's sweat and blood

You Dana White, Invest a G in me

I bring you insane dollars, that's a crazy price. You know how many men died for your diamonds. That's some fatal ice, your selfishness reminds me of Mario. Cause you can still continue if you don't save a life, nothing quench your thirst like green can. That's a case of sprite. In 1992 Tyson got convicted, now I guess it's karma how I rape a mike

I ignore rants like the racist type, get my axe stuck in your head like a hook that Drake resights. Nothing deliberately, lick a shot in the crowd like I'm Jason Price. How can you think big bang created us, we were made precise. Ain't nobody dope as him, get's your skin broken in like a mini Doberman's ankle bites

My whole purpose is soul-searching, that shang tsung life

You John Cena, you're only good in made up fights

I'm Stipe Miocic, nuking fools like bagel bites

Hook/Outro:

At night (They lurking)

What they want me to do, ain't right

Every time I refuse, they fight (I'm nervous)

So I pray to the lord, for sight

Dear god, help me understand my life

What they want me to do, ain't right

Every time I refuse, they fight

So I pray to the lord, for sight

Dear god, help me understand