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 (Pup-pup-pup-pup-pup-pup-puppycat!)

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

Accruin' 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 (Bap-bap-bap-bap)

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

I'ma roll that swisher (Swisher)

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 'til it's backwards (My ****)

He told me point 'em out and he gon' put 'em in the backwoods (Smoke that)

Came out doin' tats, saltwater in a can (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

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 (Yeah, yeah)

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

NRA big pussy, I don't see no militia, not at all

Halted by the pendulum, I'm runnin' 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 hopin' you hear me well

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

Make no mistake, I'm leaving her back achin'

This Elantra shake 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 sendin', 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 shiverin' 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 flippin' work

I got some that's on a shirt and some that's printin' 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

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 eigth 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

I talk out the side of my neck coherently

Tighten my chest, signin' my check, dog whistle, y'all ain't hearin' me

Lion's mane for the clarity, hog thistle for the pain

Times have changed if I'm there to see

I'm singin' in the rain, eat a fuckin' 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?