[Intro]

Yeah (

[Angel Silva?]

)

Woo

It’s about time, hey, hey

Woo, woo, woo

[Verse]

I’m about to hit 'em with a spoonful of ginger

Tunin' in with the moon, my light shines in the winter

Hooligans making music with a heart in the center

Enter the mind of a mad man on a bender

Dick game so Futurama, I bend her

They ain’t get the message? I guess I’ll return to sender

My whole live has been like a Rick & Morty adventure

Openin' portals, yellin' “assemble my avengers”

Mothеrfucker, yuh, yuh, what up cuz?

I'ma cut, chop, screw the bеat and cuss

Fuck, shit, cunt, little hoes, intervenin' in my heart

You ain’t beating my high score, game over, time's up

I’m the definition of out of control chaos

My next EP gon' be leaving these rappers laid off

On the eighth day of the week I take a day off

Competitive breadwinning, that’s why it’s called a payoff

Switch up the flow like a brand new haircut

Four years ago was my last damn haircut

Look at my curls hanging down to my ballsack

Dave Mustaine hittin' licks and Mick Ronson done break my guitar strap

Hoes ain’t too different from bad auditions, in the sense that they never get call backs

I’m a rugrat, 90’s baby watching All That

BMX in my cul-de-sac

Boxing gloves and elementary parks

Cigarettes and my skinny pants

Hopping fences way after dark

I am the man with the diamond mine, from the rough I came

From the very start I risked it all

I was the weight that made the great pendulum swing, ho

[Chorus]

I does it, I do it, I did it, I done it

I climbed to the peak to smoke one at the summit

I’m counting these hundreds but money ain’t nothing to me ‘cause I got the beast in me to summon

I does it, I do it, I did it, I done it

I climbed to the peak to smoke one at the summit

I’m counting these hundreds but money ain’t nothing to me ‘cause I got the beast in me to summon

[Outro]

"Yo, I got a phone effect on my voice. That means shit's getting real. Yeah, stay tuned. Ay. Smoke it down at the summit."