Boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, you out of character

Flexing shit you ain't about for clout so you look scarier

Talking all that shit but shit, that's typical America

I could write it down and take your life just like a narrator

Let me keep it real, I really don't need popularity

I don't leave the house and yet the people, they are there for me

They know that I'm there for them, my music's for their time of need

_Blnk's the fuckin cult, our culture's deeper than the people think

Black nails, red wine, can't nobody hit my line

Black nails, red wine, can't nobody hit my line