[Intro: Shwabadi]

I've been living in the twilight

I've been inbetween

Too late for the night but the day isn't for me

Living in the twilight

I've been inbetween

[Verse 1: Shwabadi]

Fuck the system you believe in

Me and mine, we're known to dive off of the deep end

Me and Ty teamed with Ya for no reason

We really be the demons

Voices whispering inside your head that there is no point in competing

If the funds are not immediatе

Then why would I rap

Bear in the booth

Of coursе I'm getting Wild on the track

Haters claiming they're an alpha

They're outside of the pack

Now they're screaming like they're charging up a final attack

Fuck 'em if they suck the fun from other's art

Noah's ark, rounds come 2 by 2

Loosed from my brothers' arms

Don't be smart, iron at your chest

Homie, Tony Stark

You built like a trouser press

When heat's on you gon fold in half

Punches come like beers how they're fading em

I got day ones chilling in the tiers of my patreon

Put you on the speakers

Watch how quick they clear stadiums

How you getting folded by two queers and a Canadian?

Pussy, you get folded like a bad hand

Poker face equipped, I'm stacking chips

And making mad bank

Flexible as shit, I'm throwing kicks

I feel like van Damme

Came from open mics

And colder nights out on the bandstand

Collected change out of a cap to fund the hobby

Every stage I hit was dodgy

Shady deals out in the lobby

Now they pay to see me body stages

Dangers faced are way beyond me

Failure changed to daily gains

So now there ain't no hate can stop me

[Verse 2: Yayu]

Uh

Wrote this shit 2 days off chemo

Lap got fat, new bread, no keto

Bitch i was made for the game like B-MO

Been had lines from the jump like a free throw

You could say i came wrapped up like a preroll

Green in my hands like shego

Finito

Doom: you could meet yours

Stir up like the migos

Slide like im playin on an iced up court

Shouts ty wild, he keep the pipes up north

Ion take Ls, keep a light, one .4

Put the numbers on my head, you get ya life cut short

See

'nother life: i could be servin up a lotta the syrup

Really all for the procurement of the prada

Meet a baddie in the outskirts of the bahamas

Put the sword on her melons like a nerd wit a katana

Surely, id get caught up in the trap

Knowin im the type of person wit a callin for securin all the dollas

Nowadays, sorta been avertin all my prollems

Cuz im smokin mother nature, got me swervin into fauna

But trust

New .38 on me, this bitch a mean girl, hit like a bus

Turn em to dust

Now he a cannibal, how im ahead of em kickin it up

Bet that he fuss

Im leavin earth, feel like a kid, had to cut off the crust

I can't be touched

Some say im doin too much, but i dont think im doin enough

Could give a fuck but i dont

Punch in a track, then we punch out and punch out wit macs

Run up, get done up like that

Runnin the tracks, so much, we gon run outta laps

Guns out the back

Shwab brought the animals in, wild dogs in a pack and we pack

We on attack

Beam on the zapper and you can get shorted, but know we dont lack

[Verse 3: Ty Wild]

Blood hungry killer, feel like Chupacabra, could kill a goat

You some monsters? I didn't know

Run your pockets or bust the cartridge like MissingNo

I fuck the game up

Fuck ya dame up

You missing hoes while I'm in they throats

Wild slide with a stick like I roll with Minnesota, NHL

And I chill if I wanna

See the man finna bear arms as if he Shwab when he switching personas

Fold a op, no photo op, finna picture some posers

Flash the cannon at em, box em up, leave em stiff in a motion

Get it?

Posted up if they stretchin shit like an edit

Told bro give the word in code, clique link like that shit's embedded

Been the best at what I do but...

Naw I'm the best at what I do bruh

No question, I ain't flexin, it's just true bruh

Poke with a tight grip on the arms, bitch I'm here to shoot up

Middle fingers only way I'm giving two fucks

Pull up on couple of goons where they coop up

Shells to they back finna give em wings, now they really a pair of troopers

Shit like Marley invasion, kids get trampled, you isn't as ample

I chase a bag, you drop bread like you Gretel and Hansel

Chop change pace, rearrange you like we did with the sample

Bullets out the Ruger spread like rumors that's getting you cancelled

Life a bitch, for example, I take em on sight

She say wanna hang and now she change like I'm a hotline

But I feel like Dame, it ain't shit to drop dimes

Sumn like my pops, since I sonned em, barely seen em like it's twilight, bitch