[VERSE 1: GRUFF LION]

I got balls of steel

And a flashy ass car with some balding wheels I drive

Faster than asteroids and wear cashmere so the girls think I'm soft even tho

Ugh I'm hard feel me

Chest ripplin sweat cologne glimmer in sex with chrome fenders and rim jobs on tip tops of penthouses wrist watch Bigger than grand

Fathers wall clock like watch wrist as I whip posture disc jock Ya post script pissed proper off an IV drip rich ynon responsive and the dispatcher despondent cause she heard me as I vomited, assured me a lost cause and

Call the squadron in

To scoop the corpse up

A few divorces and and some kids I still

Support but I do it all because I'm butt hurt lonely and unsure of how I can evolve into old age

[HOOK: DUNCECAP & GRUFF LION]

Day gimmick, the lane ain't switching

Holy I'm a ghost till the saints see visions

Great defense is that asshole swinging

At the truth underneath every scale of the fishes

Same gimmick, your lane just mimic

Homie yous a hoe and youy make me sick

That same look at me routine has been played out

Since age six, come on and play civil

[VERSE 2: DUNCECAP]

I don't really wanna write to this, oh no its meta now

Train of thought late, got fired for this sentence, how

Waking up and being true, wit ,a thousand other things to do, is

Somehow supposed to be right for a sabertooth

Overwhelmed, too many stuffs, have fun, my powers suck

Mining a golden ego,{i}Struck oil in an aquaduct

Hydrate within the mud, Gunk crust diamond piece

Gotta chance to clean it up but it'll cost more in mining fees

Brain training, machine gun hazing

Heavy on the bullets 50 caliber of maybes

They suggest what I'm doing wrong but I'm only holding back

An inner beast of pride and care who bloodlusts a death of honor

Also being self aware of

Every instance to a hyper critical breaking point / that

Imploding every second and-if-you aching joints/ think i'm an

Asshole or cocky at any moment, just

Bite your fucking tongue and let me own it, ok?

[HOOK: DUNCECAP & GRUFF LION]

Day gimmick, the lane ain't switching

Holy I'm a ghost till the saints see visions

Great defense is that asshole swinging

At the truth underneath every scale of the fishes

Same gimmick, your lane just mimic

Homie yous a hoe and youy make me sick

That same look at me routine has been played out

Since age six, come on and play civil