[Verse]

Yeah.../

In the studio scat singing/

My back stinging from carrying all this weight/

All the same songs that I hear playing/

Weighing options/

All I do is bop sin/

That’s right promote evil/

I’m more regal/

Then pocket pair kings/

Hairline fractured skull/

Cracking dull days open/

Bouta bulk to buy/

Stocks soaring/

Ordered enemy coordinates and then Mortared it/

Bordered it up like D.C./

Stuck in the past like B.C./

We see everything through the third eye/

Girl I/

Can’t explain it what it is/

But it is there/

Been scared aware of all the facts/

Bear claw attached to thе mic/

Cuz I cut it up/

Laps in the track of my mind/

I’m doin’ time like listеning to sublime/

Sipping on this gin yeah like the juice is fine/

It’s the raw raps that I do supply/

Careful with the red rider might lose an eye/

Looking in the mirror like god who am I?/

Smoking on this weed thinking yeah I grew some fine though/

On the beat I’m gruesome I’m know/

Might go to the top/

Taking over like a coup de etat/

Who in they right mind try to come against me/

Best trees burning/

Earning my stripes/

Nice to know/

I’m psycho though/

Going ultra like Michelob/

Dicking hoes/

Fickle boast/

Tickle toes/

Liquor poor/

Bitch licking paws/

Liquid dripping off/

It can all come in the blink of an eye/

Staring at me like goddamn who is this ridiculous guy?/

Feel like I’m sick and I’m dying/

Thinking of thick thighs/

Big guy is I/

Wisest know to never admit it/

Bid em’ adieu/

Fewer know truth/

If you would know losing/

Then doom would ensue then/

Boozing hounding/

Looking for some Fools Gold finally found it/