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[Verse 1: Scuare]

I don't know what is wrong with me, no

I have yet to figure out what makes my dominoes-

Look, I just wanna finesse you when you already know

Got a couple hundred dollars and some quality dro

Yo, loss of all the bills got her calling me though

Never feed a shitty rapper, try to follow me, hoe

When I find that time, when I time that place

When we're pacing together will it climb mad close?

When I climb that face I'mma search it down

Never tie no lace, I'mma glide past foe

Gonna hide past low

Cut out the lotion

Run past rules

Cut out the notion

Pull out the past

Pull out the whole shit

Cut out the bullshit

Call it propulsion

[Verse 2: Rav]

Who let these weak ass rappers in?

Wack and yet they speak mad arrogant

They emceeing at half percent

What I'm able to be when I grab the pen

I came to play here with the beat and my imaginary friends

Straight up out of my cerebral, not adapting to no trend

I'm straight evil

Watched the devil leap and dance through a peep hole

Now I'm the one teaching class

And I've zero patience for your leaking ass

I don't fear no bricks, 'cause I breach the glass

Now it's free roam

And with every season pass, so do people

Who're they? Trying to speak with Rav

I let the EXO demons out a while ago

They'll skin you, then they'll eat your flesh and use your bones like xylophone

You shooting but your bullets tickle, don't even need Tylenol

I've told you before, "You can live together, but you'll die alone"

Finna spaz out on you crack house loud mouth rappers with your ass out, black out

Lay the smack down, laugh loud after

Once the track's out, chilling in the background, that's how

You're mediocre, you feeble ogres are humorous

But it's really over, delete your whole music careers

Hit a couple million views in 2-3 years

Like, "Woohoo you did it," then you're gone 'cause no one truly cares

True dispair is the food it's so fucking soothing

Moving through the years and consuming you suckers losing

Pushing out your tears and resuming this dumb confusing

Movement that you fear

Assuming you'll be winning soon and

Screaming thoughts with your screenshots

Bragging 'bout your numbers, boy you seem lost

You best be prepared for when our streams cross

Nasty with the flow, I'll turn the beat off