Flow ain't tense, i'm waterbending

Keep shit real, I'm not pretending

On my own, I'm nondependent, booth like Futurama bender

Pilot, suicidal bars, doors on suicidal cars

Either way I'm wrecking engines, only way to get attention

You bitches flexing when your pockets anorexic

My wallet pecs impeccable, you fools ain't even peckish

Put in work, I gotta feast, all my boys know I'm a beast

Guilty of a lot of shit but know I'm never making pleas

Know I had to work

Came up from the dirt

Filthy looking shirt

Momma's empty purse

Know I had to work

Get rid of the curse

Sitting through the hurt

See how I convert

Scum, disease-ridden mental, get it from my kinfolk

Know it lead to rapping, got the paper from that pencil

Firing shots like marksmens, and y'all getting shook like Parkinson's

Writing past the margin, on the table you can't box me in

Darkest sins within my heart

My skin isn't showing scars

Rough like armored prison guards

Harmed and callused, it turned hard

Vision blurry when you, look at me I'm fucking radiant

I am not gluttonous, I always split the pie/pi like radians

Keep my circle tight, it's gotta stay at tiny radius

Grade A dank we pass around, we getting fade like gradient

Don't want no fade i want more pay, ain't shit left to contemplate

I got the plan, I lost my manners, Mantis boutta get the cake

Extra bread like baker's dozen, used to be a ragamuffin

Watched toy story VHS, now all of my tapes are buzzing

Tryna get honeys, can't resist like I'm a bumblebee

Still roll in the desert with my homies like a tumbleweed

Know I had to work

Came up from the dirt

Filthy looking shirt

Momma's empty purse

Know I had to work

Get rid of the curse

Sitting through the hurt

See how I convert

Your dream is booze, a vape pen, and new gleamy shirts from Gucci

I'd rather see Japan, go eat sashimi, perfect sushi

And some creamy mochi with authentic potent sake potions

Finger always high noon, like the hands on watch are broken

Getting tan while basking in the sun rays of the eastern lands

Fly as fuck, I can't come down, I never land like Peter Pan

People think they're tricking like they got me on hook, line, and sinker

Rookies wanna spar, prepare your death bell, no tinker

I'm not talking beauty, mean church service for you dead ringers

Work the graveyard shift, 'cause the shifty shit you said lingers

Pray for passage safely by a boat, no Belafonte

Go bananas since day 0, so in hell you gotta stay

Elephantom, like a mammoth, big but can't touch hands with

Tusks to gut you, body wearing tux but it's no marriage

In the carriage to the perished lands the Devil's property

That's the kind of treatment you will get if you try stopping me