Watch my face distort like I’m in PTSD radioThey tryna feed me poison, I ain’t gon die like HoratioI don’t take public transit, jits get robbed on max like HBOI watch my form, I watch my six, zip code got sticks like Casey jonesLately cold in my fingertipsEdgar A be grownWay too stonedMy Tree look like the grinchI don’t play with phonesSales introRing then hear it clickI been Facing chromeFred flinstonePut my foot through the whipKaput when it switchThey look at the kid like —They look at the kid like a boxed hamburgerRappers drop every tick on clockI need to cop me a goddamn burnerLook at the kid like a deer in headlightsDo anything to get by, get bySlip on an oil slick off rip likeDo this shit til my body go stiff, INever had shit I could loseCabin pressure, eyeballs starting to oozeBefriended snakes and bit into fruit“Hey I know that guy, he’s a nihilist”Muhfuckas start to sound like the dudeThey say no man is an i-slandBut where I land that’s trueStreet level, can’t stand that viewHow bout you?—They muddy the water and say they find deeperNumbers a killer, the game minesweeperOld friends sno’ted keys, AliciaI don’t print merch on no cheap white t-shirtsSave them shits to remember peopleBrd fucked up, hold too much rustMy fit combust when I enter steeple—Jus a lil hyperboleRappers dying every day and it burden meDIYDIEWhat’s different?Imma D-I-A-L it backMe and my guys got hella packIf you say “fuck you” we say it backCame out a landfill, carry an anvilBury your feet when the weight impactLook that gift horse in the mouthProlly Beat it once it’s deadTil it spit some money outFor you to buy another friendTell me how the fuck a rapper closest thing I saw to fedsAin’t no borders for meImma take a saw right to the fenceAin’t come this far for no reasonMost you rappers just memes2019 was soul sold seasonBought it back at no feeOut the crown V, huhWhat this shit without meEarning counting, learned accounting huhYo tank at bout E, how’s it empty?You bout it, let’s see, huhGoldmineSame time I’m a landmineHopin this shit go rightOn a new planeI’m Still tryna land mineI’m on standbyFuck a dog pileThis shit a mountainWas a molehill yesterdayBeen a long whileGot a Great Big long smileMy fangs extend in lengthYo whip is rented ayeI spit cus brd got rent to payBrd in yo face, Magritte, ReneMight write instead of sleep todayGot beef like I sell meat todayWon’t catch me in them streetsTo each their own, to own they each, they sayWanna have it, eat it, piece of cakeThey Drowning, flippers up like pinballDon’t get involvedDamnMixed up Dutch guts look like chipped logsPick up, sprinkle in a gramPop pop, jamPulled wool over both my eyes, I’m on the lambLoad the 9 and tell them motherfuckers scramScram
