Imagine if sun burned me, you could see the phoenix hatching

Imagine the image in your head of me swinging hatchet

Imagine me slim and short playing the catch with

A bullet, hiding behind the flames, cause I'm a match fit

Imagine If I smack bitch, with a ten inch blade

Dispatch her pale face in a black ditch, with her head detached

Every damn bitch challenging me gonna get a wrench hit

Impact like Genshin, thats it, ain't no rematch

Ill do it with Kraken ink, wait I said crack and ink

Nutmegging trough the whores legs, while you nut megging

Beat the shit out of this beat, till you hear the crackling

Sound, toss some fuckin hook on, that's how I'm fuckin grappling

I'm tired from all this trap music, I'm getting back to basics

Don't need to fly to Orlando, to produce some fuckin magic

No priest, boom Baptist, no Catholics, just organ splashing

Like gator snatching your neck, all my lakers placid

All songs future classics, the master of all the mastering

Bashing all the gals, like my name is fuckin Asterix

Sixth sense, chapter six, attacking like mavericks

Ya be chasing clout, bout all ya bitches are apteryx

Ya want smoke, light a cannabis, while I open a can of bliss

Think before you speak, hold mouth in water like pelicans

Hold yo fuckin horses, I'm the cavalier when I appear

Kick the gear into turbo, and grab the fuckin steering wheel

Bringing heat on the beat like I'm fuckin alchemist

Using fire as catalyst, holy text, sacrament of kings

Still tryna hack into this game, still anonymous

Makin my own golden state, warrior as protagonist

Kicking the door, barging in, ya know you can't handle this

Pray for mercy, either way imma crush all mantises

Imma trail blazer, ya bitches ain't suited for tactic wiz

Fuck yo face tats, tight shirts and lacy knicks

Hook:

Imagine if sun burned me, you could see the phoenix hatching

Imagine the image in your head of me swinging hatchet

Imagine me slim and short playing the catch with

A bullet, hiding behind the flame, cause I'm a match fit