[Verse 1: indigomerkaba]

I come from a place where three letters divide you

We wrote it on the wall when it meant war if they lined you

Opposition go and fuck your bitch just to spite you

It ain’t about graph anymore, everyone rhyme too

Fuck that, you don’t wanna see what’s in my bum bag

Iron lack, tucked in my dacks in thinking fuck jacks

I’m a cleptomanic, you can get your slut taxed

Let the boys run a train then hand you back your cumrag, you dickhead

Hanging with my brothers we was mislead

My mouth’ a desert eagle and i’m always known to spit lead

Bipolar stomp on your kidneys until you piss red

Then go home to meditate and light a stick on incense

I had to walk away from all the dramas, Corey from the units tried to kill himself with forty Kalmas

My homie Mother smoking buep and telling stories laughing

I was only fifteen that’s where my fucking story started (fuck)

Chilling with Johnny blaze no method-man

To get some paper brother always had a sketchy plan

We called him Blazer ‘cause the weapon never

Left his hand

Johnny ain’t a cook, but he fucking knew how to stretch a gram

I’m sick with it go and get a doctor, most rappers telling other rappers stories through a fucking teleprompter

Imma make noise like a helicopter

Rape the game even if you say stop, i’m never stopping

I grew up with fuck all, i knew how to get a dollar

I could sell sand in the desert just to get a profit (I could)

I coulda’ kept trapping but I knew that rapping was the better option (fuck)

My homies say you got that hunger back I tell ‘em bro I never lost it (never)

My homies say you got that hunger back I tell ‘em bro I never lost it

[Verse 2: Huskii]

I check the track and do the dougie once it’s brought across (yes)

I’m gone, I’m lost, all these single mums I got scoring rocks

Babies starving, it ain’t in my code to call up docs

I check up on the fam’ hide bundles in the walls they got

I tell ‘em nothing if they get done they can’t talk to cops (shut up)

I bring ‘em feeds, pay the lights, make sure their waters on

What more they want?

I’m tryna pay my mortgage off

I got my own kids to feed detectives out in Hawkins Spot (I see you)

Covid mask up, get the task done as I walk the block

The only reason you ain’t got a plug, I don’t trust all you dogs (woof)

I used to wear the same jeans, these days my floors a closet

Oz of weed and Ozweego so sick these whores all vomit

New prada chatty from this hoe I made vomit

Cardi B a bitch take her chain and get paid from it (wavy)

We the wave after all this pain we get paid for it

But if I really told my story, I’d be chained from it

Imagine taking profit to Spain to get flake off it

Straight drop it, then take occas to freight dockers

I’m addicted to this money cuz’ I ain’t stopping

I’m grimey, I’ll be doing this shit in my grave robbing (i’ll be dead)