Yes

Uh

I ain't good at run-ins

I ain't good at runnin'

I ain't good at lovin'

Should probably tell you somethin'

Search yourself for nothin'

My other self is done in

Quite close to unhinged

The quiet pose with a clench

I'm just a Grinch off the bench

Think 'fore you give me an inch

'Cause I'll take you some meters

You gon' meet you some creatures

Some real meat eaters

Stand out like Alameda

Banned now like my people

Planned how to get equal

Most my **** illegal

Ain't the words of the feeble

Fuck it

Standin' on this bucket causin' ruckus

Speak up, it's some duckets

Plead to my rambunctiousness

And they probably holdin' muskets in Kentucky

Fuck if you like it

I'm slower to riot

They sell it, I'm slower to buy it

Quick to get higher

Always for hire

For hostage, for rider

Used to be biker, but knees feel like wires

Inspired by liars, my tires go flyest

Scared of the heightened sensation when flyin'

My spirit takes lightnin' strikes

Miss me some Oakland Knights

Kiss me some poltergeist

Tender had no device

Tender with what I swipe

Dora's adored by the candlelight

Explore some more channels

Type tic for tac when I type text

And it's like, it ain't like I've never stood up to **** like them

I have