Stay smokin exotic

Rasta biotic’s

Mind on hypnotic

Lookin astonished

Haven’t even made it

Still I’m feelin accomplished

Hittin the come up y’all hate it

Stop all the non sense

We ain’t even related

Still we got bondage

All about money here lately

Stackin my bonds bitch

You gassed out like inflated

Move fast like I’m sonic

The halo demonic

Gooph spread like bubonic

No love is platonic

Your shit old like decayin

Your shit gettin demolished

Don’t be stupid like wtf is you sayin

Shut that shit down talkin abolish

Inside rage explode I’m on super sayain

Cleaned up I be lookin all polished

Durty money what they be payin

Steady gainin that knowledge

Repent my sins ya I be prayin

The money the hostage

Get to them dollars

Do this shit often

Everything be costin

Make my bed I lay in it

Juggin makin music till I’m layin in my coffin

Smokin strong feelin sedated

Pack movin so promptly

Waitin for this blow up runnin out of patience

My music the hobby

Trust in god but not the nation

We fucked up electin Donny

I’ll be 💯 and I’ll say it blatantly

Feelin like Clyde without Bonnie

In the hills with them figures talkin bout that Tommy

Trynna be the Alpha I’m feelin so dominant

In my element I’m feelin so prominent

Visits with the meetins ain’t conjugate

Too loud when the ghanja hit

Hit you high with the potency on some chronic shit

Gooph been grindin this right here some iconic shit

Got the iron and the steel talkin bionic clips

Blow this shit up AC-150 let the bomber hit

Go insane on this track Imma dahmer it

Feelin vicious and viperous on my mamba shit

Spittin out them lama clips

Think I’m bein funny, this ain’t one of Gooph’s comic shit

Feelin dark and gloomy I’m on my somber shit

Build it from the ground up that’s what the Amish did

Storm with a hurricane ain’t no calmin winds

Don’t think before you do no common sense

Old school 90’s on my common shit

You want beef well I got them Brahmin tips

Now I got it in my hands I’m palmin it

Saw me in your nightmares you havin traumas kid

Over dramatic Imma guru with the drama shit

Got the juice now that the Jamba’s in

Come in with that rrraaa rrraaa hit you with rrraaamba stick

Thought you was tough, heard you was a bottom bitch

Rakin money in piles coulda swore autumns in

They wanted me talkin bout your mama and your daughter did

Mudered the beat Gooph jus slaughtered this