[verse one: SpitFire]

Yo, check it, I never lost a game of Russian roulette

Sonnin’ you next, but I ain’t payin’ no custody checks

The respect I command second-hand reflects on a man

Whose fed-up fumes could be mistaken for a chemical plant

The damn type to shit his man diapers and get on the ‘gram

Within minutes, his crush will have her instant messages slammed

She’ll send ‘em back to him on read, he’ll hold his head in his hand

Not knowing it boils down to his lack of self-respect as a man

Lyrical bullets nevеr jam the barrel

Fuckin’ your bitch is like you wеarin’ second-hand apparel

Uh, from Good Will and Good Will Hunting

My pulse is dead still since I’ve been red pill junking

I only take my life with a grain of salt

‘Cause adding flavor to my life yields the same results

You’re Euphrates’s hottest Saudi Arabian goddess

But my cheese? You get none of it (Nunavut) like the Canadian province

I paint the picture of my life within a masculine frame

Like Wayne, attention pays me in some capital gains

When I’m lit, the fire I spit’s smoke is cancerous

I’m the shit like what you see in a cut-open pancreas

Ahead (a head) of the game, like a deer mounted on the wall

Her body is my sandbox, she my fountain waterfall

She don’t wanna follow my program, she can change the channel

But she won’t ride or get humped like free-ranging camel

She opts out with cold feet like she walkin’ on thin ice

But gawks and wants to gag as my cock is blockin’ her windpipe

In all seriousness, mysterious, I’ll leave her delirious

I keep quiet, let my body language speak from experience

As heads in the totem, girls never question my motives

The world answers my motives manifested and quoted

I stay humble, let a SoundCloud rapper body a trap beat

Then run laps around him like an athlete at a track meet

Words hold weight twice the shrinkage like a second therapist

You can Monica Lewinsky me, you be secretaryin’

While they chase tail like a dog runnin’ in circles

-an abundance of girls fight for me through lunges and hurdles

In terms of choosing signals, there ain't many signals to choose from

Though spitting game is a game where you win some and lose some

Signs don’t gotta speak, I’m fluent in choosin’ sign language

Readin’ they mind, they speakin’ “Bees in a hive” language

Hopped in the back of a white limousine

-on my way to the White Limozeen tonight with a queen

Fuck baggin’ you then havin’ to put a bag on your head

They put a bag on my head for my lack of respect

But fuck facefuckin’ you if you’re not what you caked up to be

‘Cause now your value depends what you willin’ to make up to me

‘Cause I was thrown for a loop like a boomerang when you

-swallowed me, then ordered him off the same menu

Sobriety? I drunk-fly the plane that I’m piloting

-to do some shit that goes against the grain like I’m dieting

Fuck your diamond ring, bow down, I see myself as the Lion King

As for you, your timepiece gave you your dimepiece

Pissed like a foot after a jellyfish sting

Fuck the world, unlike Saturn, not a celibate thing

Don’t play with me, though I pick my battles like the Enigma

She never gets me hard, the wood fell, I yell “timber!”

Life fucks me by helpin’ me, and helps me by fuckin’ me

When it’s what it’s cracked up to be, I assume it’s tongue and cheek

I collect souls, no orbiters make your solar broke

And every cold approach toke a dopamine overdose

Controlled emotions, I don't listen to what Simon say

Make her mind feel like a minefield, don’t give her the time of day

I give her the time of night, her mind is like open borders

With dynamite, you couldn’t break a ten from a roll of quarters