[Verse]

Maybe writing lines and spoken flows, a decent art piece

Or writing lines all over Mona Lisa with a sharpie

I could try and overdose, the beat will haunt me

Michael Myers comatose 'cause he was on me

Exile inspires overflow leave kicks off beat

In the streets, a little overconfidence can kill you

Indeed so, intercontinental ballistic missile, then I reload

Pistol got your mental on benefits, yo

With my accountant, I'm the pilot, he's my papеr mate

If they out to try and find me, I'ma changе the state

If they tryna rob me, they a zombie, fuck the nation, hate it

Shot a cop, we lay his body in the drainage basin

Promise, got your bitch all inside of my contacts

But she ain't shopping for no dime bags, that's your mom's ass

I'm tired of smiling through these eye bags

Doing what's required to get to the price tag