[Verse 1: DBank$]

Say my name and don’t back away from me

Ya head in the game, im on the spree

Killing the beat, of ya feet

Can't take the heat, I murder like I hurt ya

Drop ya in the gutter, don’t stutter

If ya can't swim, keep the rudder goin or ill capsize ya

With the flows coming in

Hot, stop, drop and roll

With the tongue, as I lick the monk

And I get high, become messiah

The holy trinity, live to infinity

Avenge victory

Stolen from me by 360, killer

Cause I hit ya with the hammer, dazzled buh?

I am a God, I ain't Thor, I ain't Kanye, but my own

I’m not a rapper, I am a rhymer

Dispute the two, acute differences too

I am kind of both, poetry the boat

Voice the river, rhymes and rapper combine to be pivotal

Mischievous, I don’t go too dark, to say death is my daylight

Dreams catch the dark, thoughts may be Drake’n it

Love hurts words hurt, least I ain't faking it

BITCH

[Verse 2: Mildred]

Syndicate reign in winter cause we spit rich

In general, I’m private, but a major weapon in this sick clique

Mass appeal for the misfits, critical hype for the hypocrites

A kid with a slit wrist is ignored when we kick shit

Commitment to this craft unanimous, enrichment fast magnanimous

Through analysis, shoutout to anomalous

Ahead, not planned at all

Headache, fuck the panadol

Appalled with several Neanderthal kind of rappers

Fuck em

Fuck your books and beliefs

Bait some pussy with a hook, find some relief

Don’t need crack to be pleased with the sound of neck snaps

Beef after beef, just hand me the next snack

Like Stephen Curry they’re tripping over my skill

Always chasing money until my drawers mimic a till

Low paying wage but still own 7 size 11’s

My prowess is desired more than heaven, let me embedden

That me without rhymes is Doom without dimes, Compton without crime

Or divine without shine

Tracks rock the house in excess

Can’t even handle failure, how will I ever handle, success