Tryna see a new age

And I'm keeping to my old ways

Coping something day to day

Keep it coming back on my Dion

So I'll keep sending it down your way

Me and this life something complementary

Monastery spitting but I'm voluntary slipping

Tripping over shit past written

But I'm past sit and listen

We the last of the risen with a vision

See division

Running from this shit really tripping over laces

But I'm tripping like they laced it

I gotta face it

But I'm taking it to the face bitch

Hit my shit when I lane switch

I see you basic

So I keep it to my basics

My shit ain't fake and

Mine till I break it

What say hit

Greatness

Rewrite the same shit while the seasons changing

Like bitch

Hit me up

Hit me up

When the waves hit

Hit me up when the waves hit

Yeah

Its time for celebration and I'm dying of complications

Bitch put your hand in the air

Mother fucking sky's falling because I put it there

Yeah

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands

Put your

Put your

Put your hands in the air

And what the fuck y'all expect from me

When these hoes mention me but nobody texting me

I guess it's me and my little gold necklace

I think I'm Led Zeppelin

On the drum kit

On some dumb shit

Wait

No time to be flexing

So the rest is just Tetris

Stack it up on my shoulders

Adding up trauma like it's nine soldiers

Bi-polar

Mashing buttons my controller

Yeah I'm just a stunt stroller kid

Look looking for blunt rolling bitch

Shit I should have told her what this rap shit was about

But magic ain't allowed

So I'm hitting blunts like a drum to see what sound it is

I can fix drought if it's okay if I can drown in it

Uh huh

About out of patience

Hey bitch I found where the vein is

I guess money and fame is

As about as ancient as an angels dust

I'm made of dust

I gave a fuck

You made of rust

Because that's just what metal does

When the fucking waves hit

Greatness

Rewrite the same shit while the seasons was changing

Like bitch hit me up when the waves hit

Hit me up when the waves hit

Yeah

Its time for celebration and I'm dying of complications

Bitch put your hand in the air

Mother fucking sky's falling because I put it there

Yeah

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands

Put your

Put your

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

Put your mother fucking hands in the air

When the waves hit

Top dog but my name bit

Top dog but I ain't shit

Top dog tight nit

Top dog hit this

Top dog tight nit

Top dog hit this

Top dog

Hit this

Hit this

Whiskey in my cup fifty blunts ain't enough to run it back like we used to

Two dude dressed like nuns

Addressing none of these bitches

None of them get it

Went from kids with college ball ambitions to getting evicted

At least we got drugs in the kitchen

Listen

We just trying to set it in motion

The ocean ain't flowing like we do

Y'all shallow and see through

I said run

It back like 321

What if two bitches both say no

Two bitches on the sideline yelling go babe go

Okay woah

Man fuck what they know

Sky falls when we say so

They can take home anything that them waves won't

Man take it home

Take it home

Oh king Cheney