[Intro]

Ean on the come up

Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Bred the Rapper]

I need a reference, I’m leavin' ya breathless

Slithering through the crevice, I can see the reverend

The bars I’m spillin', they can be infectious

Yeah they asbestos

I been comin' for ya head, leavin' ya defenceless

My time is short lived, so I know I’m precious

Nine shots to the head, yeah they call me reckless

Haven’t been shot dead

But in my head I’m already reachin'

Askin' God when it ends so I keep on preaching

I keep a certain freshness like I been from Memphis

Hottest comin' out my city yeah don’t you forget it

I got flows so cold so bold

No one knows how a kid from Maple Ridge

Got enrolled into the rap flow

Locked up, got a lotta ammo

Hit ya with a crossbow

Crush ya with my big toe

Makin shit solo

Been going for so long

No one knew who I was

Til' I picked up the microphone

Uh

[Hook]

Drifting on a memory (Bruh)

Drifting on- I'd rather be (Aight)

Rather, rather (Aight)

[Verse 2: Eanternet]

Don’t call me a legend, it’s past tense

If you stopped bitching, you’d suck less

I don’t flex too much, make them feel better

She told me “yoda realest” but I’m dark ‘vader

Bye hater, I’m in the game you’re spectator

You’re not heat just because you prod’ five layers

Annihilate, I’m BC Wildfire on the track

Snakes switch up everyday, oh fuck “you forgot”

Don’t you ever forget the bigger picture

You think I switched teams but I was never with ya

I became king, I did my own genre

You did the same thing, but you chose Nirvana

Last time I checked, you gang to be relevant

But I mic checked, you not the same element

Then you switch up, is it even worth it?

Then you give up, what’s the bigger purpose?

[Hook]

Drifted on a memory

Drifted on- I'd rather be

Rather, rather

[Verse 3: Saga Boy]

I bring this thing to new heights

Got the game locked, zipped locked air tight

This ain’t a fair fight

I brought a pen to your knife fight I write then you write

Right hooks then up rights, It’s night night

Alright right?

Fuck it though, I am God's son

Jesus walked on water

I rhyme wet and made water run

Underwater submarine with the sub machine gun

I do not need one

Spit shit hard enough to scatter your legion

Leave some for Leftovers

I bruised Lucifer

Then kicked it with Jehova

Quick to end a weak ass contenda'

The underweight featherweight

With the nasty tempa'

On top of the game like Jenga bricks

Agenda switched

Placenta trips, endless chicks

Your gender switched

Bodied like forensics get, you mention it

And I ain’t even fucking started yet

Witnessing the christening

Of blistering scribbling

You wish this thing was longer

You ponder

Take too long, I arrive, then you're a goner

After my verse, god damn!

Your body starts to shiver

Thriller, outie five thousand nigga

Peace