[Verse 1: Jazz Vicaris]

I wear Vans more than Jordans

So I'm misunderstood

I got plans and I ain't sharin'

Hoe I wish that you would

I will snatch your CZ chains

Just to show you a chump

And my niggas feel no pain

My niggas fiending for bucks

[Verse 2: Droogie]

We keep an upscale group of dirty items and diamonds

They keep a large scale coupe of dirty money in pocket

Cause we shield our face deep inside the cloak of a lyric

Creeping deep in sleeved sheets because they sleep when they hear it

[Verse 3: Syd Solanke]

Never change, never switching lanes

Miss me with that lame

Shit is same

Killing bitches daily

Sipping on champagne

Bitter crazy

Do you see this chain?

I ripped it off yo' mane

Bitch my game

Glitching еvery level

Nеver feeling shame

Yuh

[Verse 4: Jazz Vicaris]

My bitch so bad she need timeout

No sign in, no sign out

New pair of kicks and they lime now

I bein' stalked till the light's out

The Vans in Iraq and our canvas

They hide like C-O-D campin'

If niggas got problems we (?) one of you dropping like dandruff

I'm your father don't talk back (nope)

I want the world like I'm Thanos

I'm (?)

Starin' at the jacket, it's camo

Ion know why, 'cause they love me

Even though my skin tinted

No more finger for them digits

We transgress, no witness

[Verse 5: Droogie]

Pour another glass if you'd like it

Got sworn by the books, they quiet

And I know they love this (?)

With the pimped out (?) the girls that hide it

So jam to the tunes like clockwork

Make your eyes wide shut cause it might work

Got love for the friends who care

Cause they love this schizo with fucked up hair, like

[Verse 1: Jazz Vicaris]

I wear Vans more than Jordans

So I'm misunderstood

I got plans and I ain't sharin'

Hoe I wish that you would

I will snatch your CZ chains

Just to show you a chump

And my niggas feel no pain

My niggas fiending for bucks

[Verse 2: Droogie]

We keep an upscale group of dirty items and diamonds

They keep a large scale coupe of dirty money in pocket

Cause we shield our face deep inside the cloak of a lyric

Creeping deep in sleeved sheets because they sleep when they hear it

[Verse 3: Syd Solanke]

Never change, never switching lanes

Miss me with that lame

Shit is same

Killing bitches daily

Sipping on champagne

Bitter crazy

Do you see this chain?

I ripped it off yo' mane

Bitch my game

Glitching every level

Never feeling shame

Yuh

[Verse 6: Jazz Vicaris]

I need DYFS in my house

I need DYFS in my house

I need DYFS in my house

I need DYFS in my house

I need-

I need DYFS in my house

Now my dad gon' kick me out

Mommy turned into a slut

Spend a check on her for what?

My anxiety a bitch

Ain't no riches from a shit

Spend my whole check on a shirt

Give 'em all what they deserve

Wanna kill nigga, just go be a cop

Only see green so why would I stop

(?) my girl from the 'burbs

(?)

We don't tell the slurs

You kill 'em with kindness

I kill 'em with words

Used to be broke

Now it's checks for the verbs

Teeth full of holes

My eyes start to swell

My friends still wonder why Mamma-

She know

I'm not stable (I'm unstable)

I'm insane (I'm insane)

Bitches say they know me

But can't figure out the name

I was a mistake, now I'm the orgasm's finest

Ironic

Shit, I will motherfucking time this ni-

[Verse 7: Syd Solanke]

Aim down with no red dot

No chain stop n' yo' legs chop

You ain't safe and you can't help

And I won't change, it don't pay off to me

Five carcasses, dead cops

Psychotic team, we got the doctor bleeding

Got an awkward female and (?)

I'ma probably teach you how to properly beat it

Awkwafina filled with diarrhea

Started constant creepin' on the father cheatin'

Consultation with my ma' and a penis

They the only ones who ever tried to ease me

I'm a prophet speakin' of the cock of Jesus

Prophecy readin' I'ma lead with demons

I'ma stop the peace (?)

Keep the prophets, I'ma lead to Fiji

[Verse 8: Jazz Vicaris]

You done

Brain showin' no guts

Gun you down till you dust

I cleared your head like a nut bust

Came, gave you no fucks

Ain't worth it to start runnin'

Tied you down in the trunk

Wasting your ash will be much fun

I go (?)

Try to (?)

Pigeon shit off a credit (?)

I can vix a bitch down to my cave

Respect to listen and feel the pain

Want to kill, kill

My wrists restrained

And my dick is aching

My kids complainin'

Quick with blades

Don't think escape

Only waves you making is (?)

[Verse 9: Droogie]

My mommy didn't love me well enough to give me some guidance

I'm feeling isolated, lonely with a sprinkle of violence

I wanna spit into the face of every faggot who hate me

The love and shit that makes me happy, fucking scream "come and get me"

Cause I got love for my art

I got love for this craft

You need love for these kids

Buy my time while you're passed

Different home after dark

Got my mic up in my bag

Beat the fuck out of myself

Till the medic says he's- (dead)

Cause what's the coroner report?

Died of boredom in his room?

Execute at breaking rules

Skinny faggot-acting fool

Hair is long and covers truth

Hate that bitch way more than you

She just left up out the room

Hope she makes it to my tomb

Saw my birth, I don't care

Fuck with Droogie, if you dare

Swimming peacefully up in my needless needs of childcare

I don't wanna face my demons, it's just way too much to bear

Fair is well, well is fair

Fuck you bitch, I don't care

'Cause I care