[Intro: Lupo Prospero]

Ayy, yeah

Lupo

Yeah

[Hook: Lupo Prospero]

I'm only 21, but I be headlining shows

I put it on myself, you know I put on all my bros

Hustle every single day, I gotta reach my goals

I'm done fillin' up my brain with all of these holes

[Verse 1: Jay Myke]

Consume the drugs

Consume the drink

And do this shit ‘til you can’t think

Do this shit ‘til your vision’s fucked and do this shit ‘til you’re out of luck

“Agile Mind” on my SnapBack

I spit rad raps

I’ll feed your bitch some anthrax and put that shit on my Snapchat

@JayMykeMusic, follow me!

These followers stay following

But I’m an innovator, I’m so much greater

Since I was 15, I’ve been a creator

‘Cause I was inspired by a Klan of Raiders

And Asher Roth, get the aftershock when you hear my verse

Fuckin’ up your mind like an ancient curse

Uh

[Verse 2: S!ns Here]

I love a demon ‘til my gums are bleedin’

I’m done believin’, so I numb the feelin’

She gave me the neck, she gave me the face

I’m takin’ a check straight to the bank

God I- God, I gotta get outta here

Shining like a chandelier

Banging like a cannoneer

Ragin’ like I’m Vladimir

I’m really in this, you can suck a million dicks

You can duck, I’m still getting hits

Ain’t nothing realer than this

No one an opponent, focus in the moment

Cheese is the motive

Y’all look like a rodent and you know it

Sleeping on me, you gon’ need an army

You won’t even harm me, you gon’ see we aren’t weak

Put you on a rollercoaster

Put you in a coma with the toaster

And I’m gonna kill it like I’m supposed to

Xanny had me feeling like a ghost, bruh

[Verse 3: Kells Thraxx]

I pull up in that drop

Got your bitch givin’ top while I count up this guap

I can’t fuck with no opp

Keep the gun, it’s on cock, put a hole in your top

I pull off in that Coupé

Smokin’ pot, off the boof, drop a bean in my goop

Count a lot of the loot

Get a lot of the roof from your thot, then I scoot (ayy)

Bitch, watch me flex

Nike I get to the check (yuh)

Bitch, I’m up next

You cannot hang with the set (nah)

Gucci my threads

Gold all up up on my neck

Bitch, I don’t want the sex

Tell that ho give me that neck

[Verse 4: Ethereal Lotus]

Working so hard, I forgot how to vacate

Everybody dogging me, I’m dippin’ to Biscayne

People they looking for handouts, just wait

When I’m blown up, they gon’ try to equate

“Weren’t we family since the first day?”

Nah, bitch, why you tryna eat off my plate?

I got no scraps for the dogs who just beg

You weren’t there when I was tryna get fed

You used me for profit, then ran up the keg

Tryna turn up while you turning me down

Now look who’s sardonic and you got a frown

Tears in your eyes while I hold the crown

It glistens and glimmers and shines all around

Now turn down the volume ‘cause I’m screaming loud

Fuck all you pussies who ain’t stick around

Ethereal Lotus is gone with no sound

Very Dead Clique what I rep and I’m proud

My brothers, we kings, and now everyone crowds

Tryna figure out this formula? Well, there’s none to be found

Bitch

[Verse 5: Komato$e]

Yeah

My bitch is all on my holster (yuh)

I creep for bodies, a vulture (yuh)

I keep my enemies close (yuh)

I keep a shotty far closer (closer)

I ruin everything I touch (touch)

I got a double cup coaster (coaster)

I put the "cult" in "culture" (culture)

I got the remedy for you (for you)

Got a disease, jeez, his skin fallin' off

When he peel in the whip, the damn rims fallin' off

'Cause he goin' so fast, that he maybe jus crashed

And I think that's ok, 'cause his limbs 'bouta rot anyway

Any way that you put it

I've been doing really well, if you don't count the numbers

We seen plenty of 'em

Don't need anymore

Jus be a statistic for us who love gore

[Verse 6: TrippyThaKid]

Yuh

Listen up, kids

You don’t wanna fuck with TrippyThaKid

That man’s so sick in the head

God damn, nobody ever listening, they ending up dead

Killin’, killin’, killin’ all day, fuck rappers

The kid’s so dank, smoking blunts right after

Killin’, killin’, killin’ all day, fuck rappers

The kid’s so dank, smoking blunts right after

Ayy

I don’t wanna end up like them, nah

I just wanna live like I’m paid, yah

Look at my neck, so red, bruh

I just go too hard, homie, fuck that

This the only way to fuckin’ get it poppin’ at the top

I’m just hollering for bottles as I’m rockin’ in the spot

This is my territory, I’m dope

The kid so pissed when the kid don’t smoke

Nobody be listening to Trip no more

But I’m lookin’ at the moon and I be taking back control

This the only fuckin’ way to get it poppin’ at the top

I’m just hollering for bottles as I’m rockin’ in the spot

This is my territory, I’m dope

The kid so pissed when the kid don’t smoke

Nobody be listening to Trip no more

But I’m lookin’ at the moon and I be taking back control

[Verse 7: Supa Sortahuman]

Tryna not focus on the fact that half these rappers can’t even rap

Their beats are trash and their rhymes are wack

I’m focused on stacking these stacks

I need these stacks, I need this cake

I need that money, there’s plenty to make

Opportunities, there’s plenty to take

I’m spreading love, no time for the hate

Ive made mistakes and bounced back

I’ve lost shit and got it back

You can catch me in the back

Smokin’ thraxx straight out the pack

Bowls are packed like back to back

Joints are rolled like that and that

Roll them up, they’re fat as bats

Smoke so much, no cataracts

I’ll battle rap with a battle axe

Don’t be surprised when you get smacked

This real life, this ain’t an act

I speak the truth, yeah, that’s a fact

I’m killing tracks, yeah, just like that

I’m killing tracks, yeah, just like that

[Verse 8: Hydromane]

Last hope, puff of smoke

Inhale an ounce, invade your house

Steal your spouse, douse her blouse with clout

I'm out

Unseen, unheard

Flip the bird while I swerve

Hit the curb, vision blurred

Words slurred

Outdated, spray-painted, vacate it

Bomb, erase it

Then I'm not playing

Re-up on the meds

Line em up *sniff* to the head

Fuck the Feds, won’t catch me ‘til I'm dead

Zippo Zedge

Said light the fire, let it spread, burn the bread

‘Til I'm seeing Aqua-motherfucking-red

Uh

Fuck the Feds, won’t catch me ‘til I'm dead

Zippo Zedge

Said light the fire, let it spread, burn the bread

‘Til I'm seeing Aqua-motherfucking-red

Uh

[Hook: Lupo Prospero]

I'm only 21, but I been headlining shows

Yeah, I put it on myself, you know I put on all the bros

Hustle every single day, gotta reach my goals

I'm done fillin' up my brain with all these fuckin' holes

[Outro: XANXER]

Feel like an animal

I am a cannibal

Cold veins, blood stains, I'm on edibles

I need real white to feel like this is real life

Baby, what's your blood type?

I can make you feel right