[Intro]

I'm behind this mic tryna kill in this

I'm 'bout to OD on something, it's called (riddlin)

Everything's in slow motion, and now I feel erosion and-

*Talks to self*

This is Delta 90, we found a man on the ground passed out, he needs medical attention immediately

[Interlude]

[Verse 1]

This desk I sit at

These lines I spit at

I need more vocals, where’s the instrument at?

This is more different than before

Cuz everyone wants more

That's why this song exists

Oh wait, I can just exit

But screw that, I already took the old stuff and threw that against the wall

Plus, I got a crew that will never fall

At all

It looks like I gotta rhyme internally

To shine eternally

Now let's get back to the subject

I've lost my mind, so I can't object

To not stop working on my project

I've worked on it for 6 months who knows how good it is

I've worked on it for 6 months who knows how good it is

Uh, yeah

I que the verse

Without a rehearse

Got 4 pairs, Jordan’s were my first

That's a Converse

I'm a saint

But next song I ain't

Lemme paint

A picture of me looking for money yet being a saint

Oh wait

This Hook will great

15 more seconds

So after this verse there will be seconds

(I just ran outta things to say)

No I didn't, it was a joke

Now let's beat ya with an egg yolk

(Again, ran outta things to say)

[Hook] (x2)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

[Verse 2]

This desk I sit at

These lines I spit at

I need more lines, where's the end at?

This album will never come out

I gave them 13, they said 4 didn't count

But I wanna let these thirsty people figure out

That I am a man not defined by accomplishments, not how I started out

Not 30+30 songs, not going out

Of business then coming back in with doubt

But it was how

I obtained them while they fricking had doubt

I'm walking in here like a 13 year old white boy rapping in front of a crowd

Of people with the color of a count

Let's add another rhyme scheme with 13 and ow

You got 30 men at a crime scene shooting someone dead

You got 30 guys whining about not getting read

You got 30 kids in jail for being mislead

You're being mislead

You think that rapping about this stuff is what is getting people dead

It's you

Now think about that when you put pressure on me

That I'm too crude or young for this because honestly

You're a retard if you think I believe in this (shit)

“Oh my god he cussed”

Who cares about it

Just listen to my old stuff, there you go

Now just let me leave you alone

You want more, you always do

That's why I hate every single one of you

“I hate your delivery”

How about you get buried alive in a cemetery

That ain't even rhyme

Now get me out before I die

I'm now on writer's block

Let's have a moment of silence for my mind loss

Nah screw that crap

Been there done that. I already went through that rap

You are now in a state of insanity

That is because I, Illum died in vanity

It's not even a word

[Hook] (x2)