[Intro]

Yeah

Back at it again

[Verse]

In the middle of the mother fucking jungle I'm the predator

With the bars y’all stars need an editor

Ghostwriter with your pen in the register

Filling you with outside flows like an enema

There is no competitor here to get the better of

Creditors with a real Fyre like seminar

You got the silliest margin like Billy Mcfarland

Now The island is coming through to get at ya

I been running round evil

Trying to spread my name to the people

And doing things I wouldn't wanna speak to

Some nights look right in the mirror

And I'm feeling like the guy looking back’s kinda see through

But I'm working on a audit a review

New year new me kinda redo

But already just one month In

I can feel old demons coming back to peak through

Got contracts back on the table

Trying to do big things for the label

Trying to make Tech prouder and brew enough chowder

To keep plugged in to the cable

But I'm finding it hard to be stable

When everybody's all fake for the fable

Let's all open the gram and pretend life's grand

Now everybody smile for the playbill

What a glorious evening to find that I'm bleeding

While doubling the mouths that I'm feeding

I’m not Irish but I wish that I could just

Find why the fuck everybody is cheesing

When this life is a bitch an she hyphy as shit

But she fights you to liken the heathens

I’m a lycan that bites in the evening

If any bloodsuckers trying to fight me for freedom

Write rights in the night for my legion

Speak heat for my fleet that's been freezing

Keep going on the road cuz I’m underexposed

And I'm spose to be roasting the region

But the numbers i post are uneven

Got me feeling like a poster for reaching

Shoulda moved to Atlanta like 21 Savage

And told y'all I wasn't European

I been stunning since I was a lil youngin’

Had my finger on the button

But I never dropped nuttin'

Bunch of mother fuckers that we had to watch running

Never ever birthed shit just a bunch of cock sucking

Lemme rock something with a little plot dumbing

Maybe that'll get em what they really got coming

Morse code poems over top rock drumming

Don't act like you didn't know what I got gunning

I'm a movement they like an illusion

I strike unassuming when life is the music

I might get a Eunuch that fights in a tunic

To show you your light and your tight on the fluids

Ripe for the ruins I hike in the sewage

To brighten the mood it's a likely maneuver

My mics the manure you're likely askew-ered

With not enough bite in your nikes just to do her

I got just enough in the tank to get my ass home with

On some 3 bucks on pump 4 shit

On some free lunch i just coasted

I got some speed bumps in my road quick

Turn the beats up I might go split

I gotta beast up this only flow 6

I got 46 left to go bitch yeah

[Outro]

Yeah!

There's an album on the way

There's multiple albums on the way

Just warming up

That Miami shit