Chorus:

I don't wanna swerve

I like it very neat

I don't wanna stop

I do it for them beats

I don't wanna swerve

I like it very neat

I could never quit

I'm bringing all the heat

I don't wanna serve

I like it very neat

I'm going harder now

I ain't find a peak

Verse:

So what it mean though?

Like this is Nemo,

I'm getting lost in the sauce like beans though

I wanna be good, I wanna be grown

But this life's hard, and these days cold

But I will play again, man what I'm finna do

Either you fight back, or it's fighting you

So I could stay alone, with my eyes close

But this no cyclone, I hold up like Pyro

Light the game like Iroh, Iso, so Ice cold -

Straight hydro, no slide soap, no sly tropes

Just timed tokes, no typos, tight ropes,

Walk by like white ghost, stock wide like fresh roast, steps broach like death note, no pesto, this white rice with a pep though, no pepto,

This peplos, I'm so neat like Bentos

The best cold,

Star here, no bench roles, no 6th man, no best hope, I'm A.I, I'm ye high, kill fools like let's go, no stet-scope, my heartbeat is unleashed, I'm loose screws, no strong feet,

I'm out here, but off-street, in the crib no house key,

I'm all around like small leaks,

On the go, like car seats, Run it back like pottery,

Run it back like pottery

Chorus:

ISo what it mean though?

Like this is Nemo,

I'm getting lost in the sauce like beans though

I want to be good, I wanna be grown

But this life's hard, and these days cold

But I will play again, man what I'm finna do

Either you fight back, or it's fighting you

Verse 2:

I'm not meek I'm John wick, I'm not good, I'm so sick

My flow is so corrosive, explosive, like, oh shit

Oh no, this coldness, this Kobe shit

This focussed, I'm in the weeds no locust

I'm in the beats no lotus

Well produced that's Turbulence

We permanent like surgeons in the surgery

Never heard of me?

You will soon,

I am currently on the rise like a Souffle

We next up like who they?

Well okay, I don't know hey

We Bloom soon like Bouquet

Go off top like Toupee

The next out, no suitcase

We play hard no 2K

The cool guy no Lupe

So smart, but suave

Still at the swaray

This Jay Z and Omari

Before they had fall ours

No doubt we ball out