When the Final Steps Are Taken

The Gateway to Agartha Will Open

Speeding down 95, no steppin’ on the clutch

With you in my arms, I’ll wreck and turn us to rust

I’ma crash-the-whip baby

It‘s gon' crumple like Mercedes

If I feel like testin' my luck, get bucked

I’ve been thinking like, “Girl, wassup, please, wass yo mood?”

“Waiting for a text to tell me what to do”

I don’t know how to play it cool

Ion got shit to prove

So fuck bein’ smooth

Degrade me, tell me something rude

Shawty I been putting up a front like some grillz

Popping x pills, not caring if they real

End up in a Reaper Death Seal

‘Cause that’s still how I feel

If I pull up yo boy, wig gettin’ peeled

I’m still wit’ $illow counting up my racks

Every damn word will forever be a sneak attack

Death Grip on the pole so tight, it gon' hit you like a Black Quarterback

Like that

Free Me From Agartha