(Jake Mackson)
Listen to what to what to God say
Tell me do you listen to the gossip?
This nonsense makes lot of y'all follow the wrong way
But love will get lost when we all get uncautious
Now stop being factless
What the fuck up with this madness?
Stranded up in Miami, it's hot like the desert
Got stuck in my Bentley what happened?
But for real though got stuck in this prison
But my mind ain’t focused on business
Preaching like I'm born on Christmas
Preaching what I got as vision…
Making my way through the day again
Tryna get rid of the pain I had
Hoping I'll burn out. Don't fade in rest
Still pray for the best…
Still in it though
Tell me how blissings go
Tell me how this shit goes
Tell me from where you are
Never seen you before
Really make all this much
Don't really make dinner plans
Searching cuz love is lost in its sense
All of these innocent citizens living in systems with minimums
Feels like they feeling us
Feels like a sign of the sins I've got
Feels like I flow in the rhythm of wisdom and all of the things I've done
Spiritual wisdom
Still wish for a miracle
We'll see who the realist is
All of these little kids feeling like lyricist when they're just using some difficult words
Cuz first they don't know
But now they know

(Insanity)
Now they know
We finish as winners since the beginning we're ripping it, digital
It's in us, can't kill us, no sinners, criticism is given
Lyricism can send em in a hole
In the ground, no sound, I'm hellbound
You sellout, you fell down
Now you're missing the grip and you're slipping in shit
This is pretty pitiful
But no problem, and if there is we go solve em
With a hatched as a gadget, come to get you
Take a swing at your head where you headed, get it?
No, I guess shit is too complex
Or it isn't but they take it out of context
Got your mum and dad mad cuz of the content
Explicit, bitch, dick, fuck it this is nonsense
Nothing to worry about, nothing disturbing about me
Fuck it, I'm working it out, I put the word in and out
No virgin, I'm dirty, no doubt, a jerk with a circle around
I fuck up on purpose, allow me to lock the game and rock the scene
Don't tell me that I'm not insane
Knock knock I came and fucked your brain
With these vivid lyrics, wicked, I spit it within the limits
You midget, image it, I visit your bitch and kick in her face
Just because she's bitching
Put yourself in my position, I'm wishing I could be different
This isn't how I envisioned to be, I'm eager believe me
I'm seeing these dead people, they're talking to me
You're fucking with me?
You're nothing like me, I think I'm brain dead
In fact bring a coffin to me
I'm crossing the line and I'm loving it, see
This is why I survive all these fights, cuz I'm loving to beat a beat
Repeatedly, I mean it. I'm mean when I beat a beat
When I beat a beat, eat a beat when I beat a beat
Eat a beat, eat a beat
What I'm trying to say is, bon appétit to me