[Verse 1: Swann]

Make way, probably better that you move aside

Watch me walk through your resistance and your fuckin' pride

Live motherfucker, hear it on the mic, once I step up in the booth, you can feel my rusty knife

You ain't fuckin' with my vibe, bet on my filthy lines

Look into my eyes, pinpointed, fuck it, you should try it

Yeah, my mind is numb, no time to waste

Butterbean haymaker send you right to outer space (See ya!)

Swann Don, yeah, I've had my dying days

Felt the pain in my soul that you never could sustain (Nah!)

Got a past that I really shouldn't speak about

I ain't givin' no reason to hеar my name out loud (Don't say it!)

Since the day I was born feel that my lifе scorned

Try to show a meaningful presence but really what for?

Bob Barker whisperin', standin' in front the right door

They say that the price is right, I'm only hearin' brain poor

[Verse 2: Resin]

You might not see me around, I'm on a self-care flex

While these bum-ass losers wait on a welfare check

Then they spend it all on drugs and can't pay their debts

I got something for these junkies and it ain't respect

And like the crackheads at the yard, they're addicted to The Gram

Buyin' followers, an AI bot is your biggest fan

I singlehandedly destroy you with a single click and blam

Don't make me cut you down to size just to prove who's the bigger man

I'm an '80s baby drivin' the ladies crazy, even the OGs know not to make me angry

'Cause my attitude has always been fuck you pay me

If you can't, it's all gravy, you'll be pushin' up daisies (Huh!)

Extreme hate, look how much cream's at stake

That's why I'd rather have a good enemy than a shitty teammate (Facts!)

Burnt to ashes, leavin' barely any scratches

'Cause hidin' the murder weapon's how I bury the hatchet (how I bury the hatchet)