[Verse 1: lonemoon]

I’m about to wake up, lace up, count blue face up

Never been a waiter so I’m not a fan of waiting up

Last night feelin’ really low

This time bouta take the gold

Come second? Naw naw

Learn a lesson? Yeah yeah

Enjoy the present? Yeah yeah

Feel depressive? Naw naw

Truly I feel divine, I’m the hero with 90 lives

Going zero to 95, I’m imperial, very nice

I’m a wordsmith, twisting and mangling all my curses

Worse than me, all these rappers they think they worth it!

[Verse 2: lonemoon]

Fire all my pistols if a rapper try to line me up

Fury in my blood, ain’t no givin up

Tell these lil niggas to sit down

They know the moon is a big style

All you are little just like mouse

Stealing the style you need clout

[Verse 3: lonemoon]

Came from the dirt, my mud

Lacin’ the lavender my blunt

They know I’m zealous for my stuff

Know that I’m jealous, I need love

A diss song? Don’t got no time, I need to get some

With ya, just all the time it make me feel love

Higher than I’m smokin on a cig

Higher than you passin me the drizz

Roll it, roll it, roll it, ride

Roll it, roll it, roll it, ride

I should be up in the sky

I should let myself be alive