[Intro- Daytona]
Money talks, Ima stalk
I'll be back, with all of it boxed
Like Otis, ya know? Uh, Sittin' on the docks
Ripped jeans tucked in my docks
I know I'm more than your mans
He weigh as much as his Instagram
He got the app like instant fans
Man, fuck all of that shit, I got bigger plans
I make money off the Devil, man I guess i call it goat cheese
Bitches on the plane for a better chance at floating
Cuz if the plane crash in the ocean
They asses so big i can use em as a float man
(We rolling up) x2
Penny for your thoughts like money for a big plan
Gonna read the bible and look for the Big Bang
[Verse 1- Lucid Grip]
I baptize your visions and I dare you to listen
To an inferno of a verse setting fire to a church
Born in hell
Know it well
Nucleolus of this prison cell
Should you die for my sins? No, I would protest
After all I still have to confess I'm cursed like tourettes
With a protest I protect my kin against the rest of you mother fucking insects
Record distortion, contortion of an emotion devotion questioned no besting the bestest divorce enforcer convulsor of all these rhythms they know they feel it within 'em
Tryna be good with god but keep on sinning
Cuz im a mother fucking head case, head case
Tryna mack on the game but I can't get past first base
It's better to have 2 heads not to be 2 faced
Never be weakened, man, fuck those 2 days
You're too phased don’t let it bother you brother
Be a social pariah and a violent piranha
What the hells a grave without a body?
What the fuck am I without my family?
Come to your senses
Do you think that they meant it?
I'll take the wood from the cross, build a crib, put a satanist’s baby in that shit and for good measure throw in my rib
Come back in the evening and look for an eve I believe in equal living call it evening
Angels demons fighting on this earth every day a little something calling human nature on display
[Hook- Lucid Grip]
Put the Devil on his back
We rolling up
There ain't no going back
We rolling up
Bibles in a stack, ideological attack
Put the Devil on his back because we rolling up
(x2)
[Verse 2- Lucid Grip]
The pentagons only 3 sides away from a cage
So lets put on some gloves and let out some rage
And if you asking me, "Big G, where the other sides be?"
Just go and ask the fucking illuminati
Look em in eye, they look you right back
Mona Lisa on the wall gaze, that never crack
Those stagnated features
They corrupting preachers
Put the devil on his mother fucking back
Im protesting, puff chested, sick of disrespecting
I reflect on the words and I'm wise like proverbs
Absurd and bizarre
These stampeding bars
You may be a lion but my gazelle pack go hard
Ima gonna come in this game, enjoy its twist and contortions
So appealing but I know she's having abortions
Our offspring could make a difference but shes indifferent
Doesn't want things to change her preference is no inference
She likes things spelt out, I belt out aggression
Held down, pent up? No, pent down let hell out
Cuz its King Lucid
With the true shit
Im a nuisance
Y'all clueless
Hol' this, hol' up, when I roll up y'all douches gonna get blown the fuck up