Yo-yo, yo-yo-yo, yo-yo

You **** be on 4tran and shit

(I record with the .40 on my hip, no lie)

We gettin’ money, ****

(make me feel safe)

We gettin’ bread, ****

(Y'all **** sketch me out)

Big beautiful bills, ****

The fuck?

Ayo, ayo

Ayo, it’s my fault, resonance cascade (Uh-huh)

I’m goin’ out the back way

Spun your track and now I’m tryna forget it like my hoe phase (Trash)

Pack another bowl full of bouquet (Smoke that)

She put her nose to the blade and sniffed the whole thing (Snort)

No way

No tax, rather fold pay (Huh)

Rearranged, I was not tryna die offa old age (Not at all)

So it goes, soul stuffed into the wrong shape

Mind state not conducive

Accrewin’ the right pay required to put food on my child plate

So fuck that

I been like Rachel Bighead since a rugrat

Smith and Wesson .40, controllin’ it when it buck back (buh buh buh buh)

Doe snappin’ antlers off the top till my skull crack, ****

I’ma roll that swisher (Swisha)

Only thing I tuck take souls if it hit ya (Hit ya)

Won’t sell yo ass shit, get your own strains **** (****)

NRA big pussy, I don’t see no militia, **** (Where?)

Yo

Free CJ ‘till it’s backwards (My ****)

Told me point ‘em out and he gon’ put ‘em in a backwoods (smoke that)

Came out doin’ tatts (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Saltwater in a can

Battery and pen

Anklet with the electronic gem (Bling, bling, bling)

Joints tight as shit

Let me roll that, ****

Only thing I tuck take souls if it hit ya

Won’t sell yo ass shit, get your own strains ****

NRA big pussy, I don’t see no militia (not at all)

Ooh

Yeah, yeah

Halted by the pendulum

Running up these fractions

Tryna multiply my dividends

Altered by the scripture, action nullified

My passion in the ultraviolet innocence

I breathe life into art til i see sculpted lines and finishes

The faults I find diminished

3.5 in a raw ethereal

That time you spending wasted

Trying to hog the steering wheel

Go for the gold, stand on my toes, I’m hoping you hear me well

Stains on my clothes, bowl after bowl i ain't talking cereal

Make no mistake im leaving her back aching

This Elantra shakes at the brakes we sleeping on black pavement

Lick him on an eighth of the shake

I skate from the jakes

The price of back payments bank on my fate

We straight to the paint

I can tell from the shots that you sending you with the shits

Come too close to son, and you’ll meet your ending like Icarus

I’m supposed to run? You ain’t shivering timbers

I overcome, none of you sinners, contenders

I got friends that’s into dirts

And some that’s in the dirt

I got some that go to work

And some that’s flipping work

I got some that’s on a shirt

And some that’s printing shirts

A beautiful dichotomy

Fuck what you simps on, I’m Homer just moving through the odyssey

Fuck bout nothing less, it’s blue faces, purple weed, and honesty

Stay on point like archery do

I know you’d fold in a moment if you walked in these shoes

Fuck your bitch in some Starbury twos

It’s the golden component

I probably sold my opponent an 1/8 of penis envy

This what it sound like when my burner cry

See them blue lights in they down time, they got murder minds

Hit 'em two times while he outside, he get kirkified

Talk out the side of my neck coherently

Tighten my chest, signing my check, dog whistle, y’all ain’t hearing me

Lion’s mane for the clarity

Hog thistle for the pain

Times have changed

If I’m there to see

I’m singing in the rain

Eat a fucking dick

You see, the old version of you is the version of you that’s always protected you up until now

So by trying to destroy it, you’re opening yourself up to feelings of shame and guilt, of regret and embarrassment, and those are all lower frequency emotions

Whereas, when you rise above your current state of consciousness

When you raise your frequency out of this physical plane and put it into your mental and spiritual plane

Then you understand that you can just direct the human, yeah?