[Verse]

I pulled a knife out my back to cut you off with, now I'm focusing

Clockwork Orange, the treatment was eye-opening

I keep it funky like Sly Stone and them

I'm not hating, these rappers are shit, I had high hopes for them

Money hungry, eating into your profits

Greedy mix in your pockets, devious and dishonest

See me pissed with a goth chick, people think I'm demonic

I'm burning churches down and feeding into the gossip

Uncut raw like uncooked pork

I'm the best in the country, not just up north

Nothing that you do is natural, it just looks forced

Think you're number one on top and get your buzz cut short

I'm at your mum's front door in my good luck shorts

They keep talking but they look unsure

I'm sleepwalking cause I went to bed speed-balling

Feel like I'm free-falling to Hell, hoping I see morning

Head-to-toe floral suit, my life's like a porno shoot

I'd rather sing outta tune than use autotune

Your plans falling through, too late to call the troops

You was born to lose, that's the morbid truth

Told my girl "We've grown apart" like both halves of my broken heart

Put the phone down, got my dick sucked and then wrote these bars

I'll open palm slap you with your own broken arm

These rappers say that they don't fuck with me cause they know they can't

As subtle as brass knuckles

They talk shit, I clean their mouths out with soap, these kids chat bubbles

Hundred grand underpants

Looking like I'm bout to drop the mixtape of the year because I fucking am

I was overthinking, now I go on instinct

I was my own worst enemy and my only victim

Started contemplating my own existence, too greedy for stoicism

My only mission is to get to forty with no coke addiction