Aye, Top boy, Hit maker like a boxer, Remember days, 18, Runnin round in joggers, Just turned 23, still in the process, Of Runnin circles round any muthafuckin contest, Don’t test me, I’m sure to make your brain work, back it all the way up, when we dance wanna see you twerk, this shit too easy, for me it’s a lay up, chillin’ with demons, ingenious playas, on the playa, spending paystubs, fam, I been chillin with coterie since day one, aye, always been the type to say much, so when I started listening, the game got fucked up, I’m in luck, Ain’t not a soul fucking with me, Most of y’all sold, like a black market kidney, Listening to music feel like R slash 50-50, Never know what Imma get, but my jawns hit diffy, on the lawn, with a ciggy, word to the tat on my arm, I’ll forever run my city, Ain’t seen nobody ever do it like me, W-H-Y-A-to-the-E, Came out the psych ward, and copped a swisher sweet, Didn’t even like em no more, But I smoked em as a teen, Nostalgia, Call me agent orange, how I bomb a track, Never bomb on stage, foresee platinum plaques, Like luv is rage, for me that’s a fact, Broke out the cage, just won’t look back, When I get paid, roll through to ma with some racks, Talk about paving a lane, without her, y’all wouldn’t hear my tracks, I’d probably be a lame or end up dead, Bellevue, in a cell, sheet round my neck, Just hangin, just hanging, Rockstar lifestyle, we livin, Leaves me with tunnel vision, Out in space, sent transmissions, Not sure if they’ll make the distance Fuck pain, I’ma go and live my life, Been insane before, I’ll probably be alright, I seen the outer edge of my mind, where the grass ain’t green and sun don’t shine, rather jumprope barefoot through hell a million times over, then ever go back to the place I found god, she was draped in blue, holding a lightning rod, Looked just like Zeus, Lemme paint a portrait, In a ward, I can’t leave, Hiding markers up my sleeve, Just so I can make something cool while I can’t sleep, Staring out the window for weeks, Pre-quarantine, Almost sabotaged my fleet with my instability, Listening to juice on boom box, crying, now he’s gone, he don’t know how he saved my life, and told me everything’ll be alright Despite Lost time, broken clock hands, No respite, Hurting friends on some fuck shit, I apologize, and to those who put up with it, I’m grateful you can see me on the other side, Knew I’m back when I saw the look in my mother’s eyes, Ever since then, I been running shit, Always a mismatch, quite good at exposing it, Sol said it’s the return, had to stick my nose in it, Who the fuck said whyae aint a pro with it? My flow the dopest spit, this side of the mississippi, I’m running off at the lip, Grown man compared to kids, It’s not a competition When you winning every ring, Sword so sharp it slice ya lid Before you hear the ding, I’m doing my thing, Y’all losing y’all lead, Comeback so strong, Opponent quit the game, then broke their machine, It’s been too long, Since we seen somebody like me

Lemme, lemme, lemme get in my bag, I go Automatic, writing my task, This is my job, aint never goin back, Was looking like a slob, had to clean up my act, Sit down, two verse, One punch, don’t get fleeced, chump lumped up, then we ride, no jet ski, Water in cup, face a blunt, like my fears, I aint been this happy in like five years, The plot thickens like chicks on insta, Aint no filler, don’t got a filter, My juice the ish, aint no gefilte on any LP, I’m a mic killer, Grab my jewels, and I tell them to run it, No issues, Im a problem with substance, Know that what comes out my mouth is no fuck shit Dome shot a sucka, he leaking in public, Fuck with the squad, and you will get touched, But ain’t no rush, don’t front on a tough tip, Nah, I gotta get to the bread, Breesh rise like yeast, let it go to my head, slippers or sneaks, I turn up fresh or dead, Bars harder than it is to get in touch with me, I’ma shoot farther, dame/curry ASG, Shawty look bad and she flirt with me, Bag a bad piece, call it burglary, ain’t no pressure, She gone let me, Don’t upset her, smooth, Consent makes it better, true, That’s the only way I do what I do, In a telly room, making movies that’s lewd,

Ok, Bounce, bounce Never trippin bout my sound, I always write my best shit when nobody around, Smoke, loud, loud I was born to rock a crowd, Keep a G in my pocket til They put me in the ground I’m on my get back, get back, Watch me two step like 50 cent, step back, step back, blue chips, on my dash, gone pay my rent, back down like Shaq, Sacks of green and grabba in my lap, Rollin’ up, beamin up to Scotty in a foreign truck, I’ma be prepared on the day they call the coroner, Ready to die, since 3rd grade, I knew there’s more to us, Fuck a piece, I’mma eat that pie til the morning come, When I go down, have her singing like Gloria (ave Maria) Ave Maria, taking pills in ibiza and I’m maxing out my visa, My demeanor never cheater less we talkin’ bout speed, and my flow cleaners than anybody’s will ever be, Ok, Bounce, bounce Never trippin bout my sound, I always write my best shit when nobody around, Smoke, loud, loud I was born to rock a crowd, Keep a G in my pocket til They put me in the ground

Where god been when there’s hearses at Sunday service, Take meds but they hardly working, Only thing that keeps me certain are words, and the wizardly way I wordsmith like birdman, 2x Keaton, no young money, Freak and her tongue funny, Leaking with dumb shit, white made my nose runny, Bouta go numb again, Frank on that novacane, room hit a hurricane, then I lost a couple buddies I can’t feel my face, But I feel like money, Put me in my place, I need a honey bunny, Room fulla smoke and flashing mirrors, Sorry mamma dearest, I need a spirit, Run amuck, run the town, fuck it up, Outta luck, tons of pounds, and gallons in my cup, I’ll be up but I’m stuck, At least I’m at peace, I killed the monster, Don’t make me turn creature Used to be a goblin, Manic from ballcap to sneakers, Still a fucking problem, Godzilla any feature, If you want smoke, You a leech and a cretin, Pull up turn ghost, When your crew get to leavin’ huh? I’m the devil you a demon, huh, Hard to sew much if you ain’t reapin none, When I rap tell the engineer keep it, yuh, perfectly execute any beat switch up, (Low Pass Filter 3 6 Mafia style) Where god been when there’s hearses at Sunday service, Take meds but they hardly working, Curving anything thats undeserving, Never break bread round no rats and serpents, no, I been on my j-o-b, job description: takeover the industry, My palms itchin’, Workin’ for it in my genes, My eyes twitchin from lookin at too much screen, Pops say he finna die before he retire, And I believe him cuz he don’t much lie, I’d tell the truth, put my hand to god, If he wasn’t dead, where should I start? (glitchy effect) I grew up round gats, Bud and, alcohol, I stick to the facts, Don’t condemn it, Don’t condone it, But I do not stay strapped, You know I Got some big brodies for that, yeah, Uh, aye, You know nobody flow can fuck w me, aye Stick to the code, Makin’ post-post, My name’s whyae, on a song I’ma luxury

Settle down, dropped debut, I’m on another level now, fuck a coupe, not enough legroom, like to spread em out, coterie blue til I meet my doom, and they lay my casket through the metal in the ground, I’ma yellow rat bastard, Fans Fuck with the sound Cuz its goddamn fantastic,’’’ They don’t mind when I brag,’’’ More fun than being sad,’’’ Make Soundtracks for chasing that bag, Rich or rag, I’m a beast,’’’ Coming from the top of the East, And I’m coming for the top in the East, No one safe, They forgot my leash, Like mace to the face of a pig, You Make a sound like “EEE” when I drop on the “beat” never too discreet, from the jump, always made em go sheesh, that boy got heat, I play for keeps, So Don’t fuck w me, this dope will leave you tweakin’ Stay away from me with all that bad talk, Only thing I’m tryna chat is bag talk, Back up, back, back, back it up on me, no broken laptop, Don’t fuck w rap actors, (Screaming) Aye, Shut your mouth when your talking to me, Ride around with an ounce in the fleece, Sirens sound, we don’t fuck with police Let it bounce, let it bounce, let it bounce, way I kick it resounds like Bruce lee