[Verse 1]

All days pain killing like a Pez pop

The refill of thrill of tomorrow

Try to catch the fame to kill pain, I cannot

So I let go and cheat code for power

You can’t show the no show, devour

Skin tingling, but that be on the down low

D-Lo, the froze caught the water

Primo, these hoes peep the shorts though

Years pass, I been working on my works

And you the headlight deer's', I can see it on ya shirt

For all these years I feared, it can’t, it won’t work

Rebel cocaine johnny dang iceberg

Got the string bag, tech, jeans, beanie and a free show

Double tap the tap, yo, cuz it drip slow

The only crime is times I wanna sip slow

I been freeing my mind, I'm kicking shit on

I’m kicking shit off right, it’s like a new dawn

I’m looking towards everything I ever did known

Keef Roll, but to me I call it Snow cones

Y’all wanna know bout me?

It’s been the same old

You can talk all week

Don’t say my name though

And if they talk bout me

Thanks for the promo

This life slo-mo

I like the scenery

I take the scenic route

Why y'all ain’t seeing me

GS, one day it be a G3

Keep hold and let go to envy

Everybody hates on Chris, just like me

Invites tonight, Bottles, jet skis

High price is right, like Drew Carey

Liar Liar, Blaow, no Jim Carrey

This life is more than just a theory

Well I got one now, It’s all simple

[Chorus 1]

This is the embodiment of the brain maze

Double layer tape, Hang memories fade fade

Steady getting hate, everyday, no raise

I thank god everyday he made it this way

Uh, I thank god everyday he made me this way

(What the plan for the show night?)

[Verse 2]

Ay, what’s the plan for the show night

Slow tan, low score, uhm just right

Replan ya class for tomorrow

Explain the mode of ya model

Unleash the dome with the combo

Meal, you a snack, no bone for the dogs hoe

Value, the steal, you can’t borrow

Thirty seconds to kill, we on mars though

I got more dope, spoon fed, choke

Everybody wanna talk, bahhh I'm the goat

I’ll write it in chalk, docs, or pencil, you know

So everybody need to walk, dull drift in the snow

So what you really talk about, I don’t know

Six digits, All Gold Paper Towels

Intimidates the word of the hour

That’s the phrase that gives them the power

Steal for a quick nosebleed, no meal

Put it on my tab, it’ll never gonna seal

Keep rising, keep rising, pop

Soul, Old Jazz, Rock Bands on Rocks

On go, step back, I’m fired on up

No short cuts, rush, cheap tricks like push

I sound so lush on beats you can’t touch

For sakes it’s played out, let’s switch this shit up

Telekinetic, improvisation

The devil is diabetic, he runs the whole nation

Carts full of lettuce that’s sprayed, not created

Christmas for gifts, never happy belated

Our religion is Satan, and the lead ain’t changing

Ways we could, but the worlds unfaithful

Just like hoes, but y'all know that’s the case though

I’d rather hit a brick, like Shaq with a free throw

[Chorus 2]

This is the embodiment of my page

Double layer gaze, my rage engaged

Steady getting raid, everyday, no raise

I thanks god everyday he made it this way

Uh, I thank god everyday he made me this way

[Verse 3]

Embodiment, Catch me…

The beat like mind freak, it’s magic you can’t see

It’s the summertime peach

Rings never passed out

The type of sweet dreams

And then I’m not around

Peep the sound, we burning like hot out

We break this shit, ground, and pass it all down

The speakers produce loud, perform to feel sounds

I feel the air thicken, to me, its game playing

The protector that there only gon’ be, and I'm praying

The bombs, the people deceived and arms racing

Wintertime scars for on and on slaving

What’s the real difference to greed and wave sitting

What’s the real difference to me buying a chain

To buying a pint of cheap uncooled liquor

They useless to me, no need until i get it

Like 2 bad bitches to geek, until i wet it. like

[Outro]

See it in 9 months from now, I'm not kidding

I should be laid up with a stick like playing quidditch

And I’ll always have some wrappers to front, their prognosis

Is suffering from severely lack all their dopeness

I should drop a lesson in fact, you need coaching

Maybe get a ball and bat, and under throw them

You under cooked, you look like lil Rosanne

And man, If I had your life I’d probably click, BLAM!