Words With Fam (feat. MessiahCarey, Prowess the Testament, HeirMAX & S.L.A.M.O.)

Boots muddy, spit cruddy

Hella chubby but the humans still love me

See dunny, we elite type of funny

Flee the country with a wife and a hubbie

And dog and a cat and a bong and some wraps

When opportunity calls we do not call it back

Cuz we're busy today and got a lot to unpack

And I ain't doing shit until the song is intact

And it smacks like kisses, smash so vicious

These raccoon rap kids find trash so delicious

Rags outta riches, can't master the scrimmage

And when gameday comes they get dragged to the finish

Laughter's a gimmick, I still laugh I admit it

I am at my limit with these trash ass cynics

Beauty is in the eye of the tiger king

Lucy in the sky with some guy and his hirelings

Quick hide my cd in your socks so your pops don't steal it

It's going down…so tell me what's the point of kneeling

Your onlyfans is filled with ones that's on the ceiling

Whether planned or sleight of hand, I'm an amplified villain

I got a feeling, they copping pleas, it's all leaflets and broccolis

I grind prophecies like coffee beans

Never conceded, so when you read it, know the meaning

Throw some shade under sage trees, now that's a palm reading, shit was genius

I am Krillin to crews, receding hairs get confused

This force majeure, tour de force, contours like fossil fuels

Or come off like nudes in locker rooms

I'm double dealing

Put on shows like vaudevillians, rock arenas like Bobby Heenan

My tongue is Atila the Hun, transmitted orally

Generations before me pass my stories like the fleur de lis

You're in the weeds with an immortal beast

Scribe lines aligned like double helix

All these lion kings, guess who's getting hyena'd

I been holdin my hand over my mouth for too long

I'm an animal I can't handle the urge is too strong

I been humble while watchin all of these rappers who's on put garbage on dope production and act like their gods

Don't wanna see me crawl out the bottom of the pot

I'm the illest inside the city the tour decides to stop

I don't care if you get offended I know you prolly are, just a gimmick that's tryna fit in with all the others

I been grindin in the grassy knoll

Way past the offers of exposure now my head is blown

Do my little thing, get my cut, now I'm headed home

It's a simple scheme what's the fuss lemme get my doe

Heres all of my info hit the venmo, I should've known to get a deposit from the get go but

That's alright you live and learn some lessons in this shit hole

But never again will you pull the wool over my thick skull

You can find me in my headspace, ricocheting endlessly

Pretend to be some semblance of independent for revery

With memories like sets of teeth carving reflective effigies

There's little left of me but a sentiment to forget to breathe

I mean, what's up, y'all

Is it too late to become a legend before I fall off?

I call shots only after the pocket is filled up

And make a hell of a hit out of a rattle of tin cups

'cause I'm petty like becc buck and steadily get stuck

So justice is just me blindfolded with tits up

Told that it gets rough by those that don't know better, though

Don't desperately seek views approved by cisheteros

Nope! Center frame on the idpol dance team

The type that'll flash flash fangs and make elephants antsy

Don't pretend the future's anything but brutal and nasty

What's a gender neutral term for queen bitch of the trash heap?

Cause that's me

Waltzing, sorta off-beat

Always revolving

Hoarder, airing it out, but it's only my laundry

Order's never about, son

Or so this has taught me

That's why I sonned myself right there in the bar's scheme

Hooligan art geek but I ain't fulla malarkey

On some cliché you-can't-take-me

Who, you and what army?

Bet you thought you had a leg since I was moving bizarrely

Ever since I had a heartbeat, I'd chew through the dog leash

Usually a target, guess I was due for the long reach

Business as usual, guess it's nothing new when the laws cease

Got the hunger of like two million zombies

Future looks wonky

Make some room, let the swamp breathe

No more hockin' loogies for hobby

My feet coming unglued from the concrete

Cue the music from rocky

Like din-din-diiiinnnn

Ooo, I'm a bruise in your moxie

Flow disrespect

My whole crew just be froggy

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