[Intro]

Get that sub-bass right, get that sub-bass right in your speakers

Right, right in your speakers

(x2)

[Hook]

I want my gifts back

I no longer feel slacked

Maybe zeal is the real

But the deal is I lack

[Verse 1]

Slacks

Staying on me always since I gotta show my class

Wack

I ain’t lazy, I’m wavy, my homie, relax

Cash

On their mind, not mine, got faith in the stash

Stacks

Go get that shit you don’t even need facts

Facts

All you know is this life you were granted, don’t ask

Flask

Car crash carcass like our stock markets’ past

[Hook 2]

I want my gifts back

I no longer feel slacked

Maybe zeal is the real

But I stack

I want my gifts back

I no longer feel slacked

Maybe zeal is the real

[Verse 2]

Nasty

I’m a rapper and a cannibal, now who the fuck is Hannibal?

I’m bragging

Hate to be the man but everyone claiming that they animals

I handle them

With the bars, solid gold, that’s value, I’m pandering

To a target audience, and all of y’all a target to my management

Damages

To the motivation, I can feel the force awaken

Goddamn, we gonna bandage it

[Outro]

Look upon ye and despair

This lonely land, boundless and bare

Leaves us cold it’s hardly fair

Stacking things with little care

Look upon time and despair

That lonely sand, boundless and bare