[Verse 1 - Flucee]

I know you see me brag about the numbers (stacked)

But it ain’t really nothing for this hunger (facts)

The way I live is fucked like I am falling (what?)

So excuse me when I start to holler (ha)

Excuse me if I pick it all apart

Just to feed it straight into your motherfucking heart (pussy)

It’s not my fault that you act like a victim when you not

Now I’m plotting all the dates for all the bombs I’m finna drop

Bitch, if I’m on your breath like ganja

You finna get slept like you is on bars and

I got a bit of a vision, they see me as a target

The moment I am a threat they’ll be coming out like it’s a closet (haha)

Pause it, am I the one they wanted? (what?) To escape

From the shell that to this day is attempting to go fucking harm me

I been flying high hoping that I’ll go build an army

Of a bunch of fucking angels that I know will always guard me (for real)

The sky’s never been redder like we is on fucking Mars, bitch

Look what the fuck you have started, the cause of these iller thoughts

I will pop a tab blasting off while you poppin’ xans falling off

Now you like a zombie, no talent, the kill’s a walk in a park

Shit’s gross, like fucking ew, like that one song from Jimmy Fallon (ew)

Funny if they hooked on downers, no wonder why they’re feeling fouler

But I am the frontrunner (facts), for the fun, son

Split a addy, mix the purp, it’s a high like no other (haha)

I’m so fucking sick and tired of not being so fucked up (fuck)

They seem think I’m nothing but an awkward little fuck up (pussy)

So what the fuck’s the point of being strong like I’m untouchable

I feel they’re really gullible when people call ‘em trouble

They ain’t nothing more than rubble, especially when I’m fuckin’ done with ‘em

I swear I’ll put a gun to ‘em and humble ‘em and hit ‘em like I’m drummin’ sum’n

Cus I am the goat of being the one defying the odds of pussies who are fuckin’ behind me (bitch)

They pick apart who I am as if to portray alliance to pessimistic decline

It’s like seeing who you despise start to finally see the light

With a glow and a light that shines like I’ve known the stars are aligning

While pussies are fake loving in case I ever get money

They always sucking my dick tryna spit shit they think I wanted

To hear, they too big a bitch to discuss shit bout me around me

An alien with a gift that’ll actually switch realities, crowning me

Is a road to only the most honorable of fuckin' casualties

[Bridge - Flucee]

And you already know what the fuck it is

When I'm on that track, I devour that track

I spit that gas, I'ma hit that shit

And go *blap*, *blap*, *blap*

[Verse 2 – Type TDO]

Bap bap, plugged in like a Mic Jack

Smooth criminal like I'm Mike Jack

And I might snap your neck off

Cause I fight back

Got the game in a vice clamp

Just like "Like That," and my freestyles

Blow your timestamps out the water

This ain't a sub, man, better get

A substantial improvement in skill

'Fore you get snubbed, fam

Lines got the power of a horse

I'm a mustang, yeah

I'm classic, mind of steel

But I'm headbutting average

Battling rappers, acting like fanatics

"Type is this, Type is that," well Type ain't gonna have it

Put it on wax so I can treat you like a pill

I'll break a tablet, it's a habit

Like putting you weak rappers in a casket

That's a throwback to I'm Relapsin'

So let's start the magic (what?), start the magic

What's happening? I'm relapsin'

I'll break a tablet, iPad kids, a.k.a. weak rappers

While I just grab a notepad and start snappin'