[Verse 1: Jazz Vicaris]

Broke it off with a slut

Now my bitch is a yeti

No if, and, or buts

If you see me then you get me

I'm still catching septic

They dreaming of a Chevy

Daddy say he will come

Too bad he ain’t get me

Now my heart is filled with rage

New chain, you can mark me as a slave

Behave, you belong in a chair

Pre-game like I don't really care

And no more depression

And over obsession

My mind is a weapon

I'm scared of rejection

My love is my best friend

They hate our complexion

Can’t step in our section

We are the best sh-

[Verse 2: Jazz Vicaris]

City full of clones

I was all alone

Never righted my wrongs

Never was a sin

Never kissin' down

Never was a bitch

Hand me the crown

Team never switch

Never told me shit

I was militant

Now I'm cocky shit

I will always [?]

They can run they mouth

Rappers in the dirt

Take em to the graves

Show em what they worth

[?] that's the pack now

Niggas like they can't act now

Gotta verse a bandwagon

White girls tryna rap the hooks [?] pat down

She killed my soul but I'm back now

Tryna take my sign but I'm in the cut

Like a photo bombin' in the background

Waited in the line, in the front now

The rap game gettin’ shut down

Mr. merit how my girl taste

Got a poke face

But I cry inside

He ain’t up now

I got him all baked

But I'd rather cry for Christ sakes

No missed calls on my birthday

Girls used to laugh but it’s okay

Roll em up now and I don't smoke keef

[Verse 3: Syd Solanke]

I'm bout to muhfuckin snap

[?] yo' ass

Makin’ my way out this trap

I'm stuck in a box

Feel like im locked in the cuffs

Keep me away from the cops

'fore it's all gonna drop

I'm gonna slaughter the hog

You better go pray to your god

It's gonna be costly

I do not follow your dog

Maternity's children are zombies ugh

[Verse 4: Syd Solanke]

I got so much fuckin' shit on my chest

If I let it all out you'd be wishin' you're dead

I need to clear my head

Or you be losin' your head

Layin' in bed you hear creepin'

You might wannna flight

Because bitches go bump in the night

Get rid of the blight of my life

Do it quickly with the slice of my knife

Hopin' you don't want to fight

This is the end of your life

Takin' your heart out of spite

String up your body outside

This shit's been boiling inside

I don't need a nine

I put your head on a spike

Cuttin' and cut till you cry

I'm not gonna lie

This shit had really been boilin'

This shit had really been boilin' inside