They didn't look, though

They ain't look, though

'Cause that's how you know, though

That how you know the favor intact with the wings though, type shit

Yeah

On God

Yeah, hard times break the shell and then reveal the molding

For every time I made it out, a deathly dodging scolding

I won't stop until I finally meet the guy that's golden

Talking Oscars, homie

I'm seeing shit a little different when I swap the lenses out

I'm placing bets up on myself, so what I look like cashing out?

I'm really matress mac and how you match with that?

Said I'm the king, I'm off the ace just like it's blackjack

Blurry through these flashbacks

Cross you like a hashtag

Scurry when the cats mad

Hurry when there's worry, I turn Curry off the snatchback

I feel it getting hot like pots and pans and flaming handles

'Cause I already know that life ain't sweet like Yankee candles

I'm at the place and now I'm swinging like I'm Mickey Mantle

Y'all need a better strat'

Waste time when you sitting back, uh

How I keep the shit intact?

How I spit these bitter raps?

Wise with these twisted paths, I'm dodging all the cryptic laughs

Scurring when I'm shifting past

God keep this shit intact

We ain't know ya name but me and King like "Did we ever ask?"

Yo, yo, G, who the fuck is this?

Yo, yo, yo, bro let these muh'fuckers know how we keep shit intact though, for real

We- we the ones, on God

Raising up the bar, I got some scars, I'm jumping off the porch

We done made it far when it got dark

Somehow, I still discourse shit

Sonning **** off a sentence, why you in my orbit?

Summon digits, counterfeiting, realest been in shortage

Fork in every road

See the play, you still gon' fold

Forcing my escape, I'm breaking space in every mode, and

We just aim and pray it ain't no stray from where we load it

Tryna pair the weight I compliment with constant motion

Watch 'em commentators complicating why they selling (GOD, GOD-)

Hold it together, some just jealous they ain't have a moment

Time is hellish, thank the heavens you was spared a colon

You in debt, it ain't no medic for the stones I'm throwing (GOD-)

Hold the omen, I'm prophetic

Bad aesthetics, are you choking?

Reggie Miller, you just finna leave the credits open

Been no stealer, I just sever everything you told 'em

It's just easy quota

Yeah, King

$hyy!