[Verse 1: dved]

How the fuck are you against me, I thought that were family

I been thinking about it, me and Jack we smoking on Cali

We be shining, brighter than all of your MC's better go sign me

Fucking my main chick, 5 star Michelin meal, comes with a side ting

Wash him down like he starch on potato fries

If we beef then we pull up with some five guys

She know when to suck me off at the right time

Puffing on Sativa, chilling with some fried eyes

They be catching some Z's, why the sleeping on me?

I been a bit of fiend, fuck it I'll murder the scеne

Cut up their throats and watch them mothеrfuckers bleed

I ain't putting none of my bars on paper less it comes with a fee

Need to cover up my mouth, yeah, whenever I cough

Gotta put a mask on, if you bout the smoke

Fill his lungs how the fucks he gonna cope?

Been there for a second, now your 5 minutes are gone

[Verse 2: Ersh1a]

Okay 2 number 9s and a number 9 large, what the flip?

Had to switch it up, used to pray to 6

Give a minute, half an hour, and I still ain’t chasing shit

You’s a bum, you’s a bitch, ain’t ever been through the thick of it

Dug my nails into the coffin just to shut your fucking coughing

I don’t care bout what you talking, when you see me know what’s popping

Think I give a fuck about no mainstream they ain’t showing love

Think twice before showing up, strike one and you’re outta luck

Just another day, I can’t feel my face

Every time I close my eyes I hear the rain

Got another way to end it, that’s my fate

So tell me one more time that it will be okay

Just another day, I can’t feel my face

Every time I close my eyes I hear the rain

Keep on riding gonna go far, F-A-T-A-L E-R-R-O-R

[Verse 3: Nossimistic]

Fuck it up

I'm an artist with an octane

Crashing out at parties now I think it's from the champagne

I can guarantee it I'm the highest in the room mane

Swerving on my cuts, to my guts to a knock on my Glock inside your brain

Mom and dad would tell me that I need to get the highest grades

Saving all my money just so I can get my upgrades

Spinning down the block, I'm getting scratches need some band-aids

Broken bones in places I was skating on my roller-blades

All over the place, I'm scattering shit just like my hollow tips

I'm going berserk, inside of that pit now you got some busted lips

I'm a munchie demon, gotta get eating, gotta get chicken strips

Fly out to the states, link up with homies get fucked up on the trips

I can't stop moving, playing tunes until I'm dropping dead

Link up with shawty though, she crazy, she a cokehead

You speaking bullshit in the lot, I don't know what you said

Moving in time with the 808 so I can guess you can call me a bass head