[Intro]

(Barking)

"You the devil, (ahaha!)

Ay! Ay, You the devil!

You a satanist! Huh?

You a- Ahaha!!"

[First Verse]

I'm in a relay race and it is my turn

Grab the mic firm

This an unconventional cypher

Unintentional right turns

One dimensional hype verse-s

Repetitive, borin', like just a typical white church, shit

On my verse like I tucked a pen in my diaper, slick

Just tryna get money that doubles, triples, ya life earnin's

Flippin' the money like a reciprocal-

"Aight, word, quit, this shit isn't funny

You're nothin' buddy, you white nerd-"

Bitch- you silly, you dummy, I'll switch so quick, this is light work

Wanna talk about race? Well you know I hit Finish Lines first...

Catchin' bodies of rappers, although they don't fit in my purse

Couldn't find Noah's ship so you know I'm whippin' the white hearse

Kid-

This is just the tip of the iceberg

My eyes blur sometimes, I use my Third

And lemme-wait-listen, let me tell you what I heard

You know that you a sheep and I'm a wolf

And still cry, learn

[Verse 2]

Get that stupid goofy shit out of your head and listen

Exes, bitches, playin' games, now that's an exhibition

My shit knockin' in yo hood, like it's a petty christian

They said he steady takin' shots well then I guess he missed 'em

Uh, ay

Got right up then left bitch, like I'm ambidextrous

Everything I want in life, I said I'll manifest it

They sayin' "Damn you got a gift," I'm sayin' "Santa left it."

I can't carry no more weight, it's like I'm anorexic

Sendin in puns 'til my livin' is done

Off of the top, from the tip of my tongue

Same with your girl and the kids in my cum

I don't need nothin' but kicks and a drum

[Refrain]

Fire on "Go" when I'm hearin' the gun

Fire on "Go" when I'm hearin' the gun

Fire on "Go" when I'm hearin' the gun

I fire on "Go" when I'm hearin' the gun

[Bridge]

Pass the baton

As they clappin' us on

And uh, hold the applause

'Til I'm actually gone

I'm a, dapper d-don

High caliber con

I'm just, havin' some fun

'Til the crack of the dawn

Practice- often makes nothin' but a sad little guy

Wit a- sad little dream, who's mad he actually tried

He got- little to nothin' but a casual sigh

And a- pat on his back that made him practically cry

[Verse 3]

Okay like- wait, wait, this yo' shit

I ain't doin' drugs, I ain't hit no licks

Tell a muthafucka' "Betta' get like this"

I ain't ever seen a muthafucka pistol-whipped

Got bass, bass, with new kicks

Talk a lotta shit, what the issue is?

Say I'm finna fall off, I said "Bitch you wish

Is it hard for you to speak 'cause my dick too bi-"

Awwww shit

Shit'll make me lose conscious, uh

I can never be too cautious, uh

I can never be you, novice, uh

Finna get me a new office, uh

FInna get me a new passion, uh

Finna get me a new planet

I ain't ever been too candid

Yea, ay

They sayin' "Duncan's a bitch."

Alright look dude, I'm gon' put you in a sunken abyss

Ba da rum bum bum, ba da rum bum bum

Now bring the drums in this bitch

Now don't get dissed

'cause if you do, I'll leave you slumped in a ditch

Haha!

[Outro]

That album's comin' up quick

October 19th