[Producer Tag]
DVRST

[Verse]
Bag for bag, but the gang get [?]
When I pop up with my ana I squeeze that
Tracks lookin' like the shop you be at
Creeped through december, ain't never gon' be back
Packed that, with Audemars on my hands now
Clash like the sound of the lightning when it's black
Crash, we descend in a circle, you can't pack
White scum with equipment and several [?]
Chilling in the dark, I know I can't fit in
We break in it, don't speak, please, a minute
Pickin' in the skies, their private is a rental
Attracted to the smiles, I'm sellin' sacks in the day
Get it right from the night, drinkin' Spidey jelly
Spellin' out, sayin', "Sick of lies", embed it
Crawl up on your hands, then my mind gets ascended
Watch where you walk, don't come here, or you get it
Twitchin' in my bones, I'm the skeleton breaker
Be quiet with your lies, and the genital tissue
Break it down, watch your handle it, I'm breakin' the aim at you
Hands in my pockets, I'm watchin' 'em out the sockets
Turn them into bums, they dirty, but they ain't floppin
Droppin' independent, no record, can get the option
[?] then get kickin', get [?] knock it
Pop 'em in the head with the weapon, they can't stop it
Steep drop to the center
Creep deep into the rhythm, when I'm stoppin' to assemble
Not sure 'bout the weather, but they never remember
I'm takin' five-seventy-five, surprise 'em, can you break it?
Take 'em with the highs, the fives, them high-seventy
This is how I break the chain, five-seventy-five-seventy
Fuck what you gettin, you split it because you spend it
I just let you get the ballad and rob it, I'm out checkin'
Crushed with the dust, the rust, but not gust
Crushed them when I touch, the motherfucker get broke
Gushed with the weapons, suppressin' the comfort
Hush when I sniff, it did rise and fall
Crushed in the earth, and burst like the bubble
What a bitch, I'm breakin' bars like us
Slugs to their temple, the record pickin' it up
Throwin' drugs in your arm, I'm poppin' it, fuck, it's the bomb
[Verse 2]
Ah, when I pack that heat
Everyone get warm on the block, then they freeze
Stop with the weather, they drop in the degrees
Pop with the chamber, my chamber open
Stopped in the range with the silver cepter
Anybody out there, come and get gripped
Dump it every time, be proud, like I said
Play your whole game like an instrument
Pants on the rise, but they not too fly
I switched the position from the nine to five
Twenty-five degrees and I excavate
Sitting in the sewers, 'cause I'm used to being great
Got the book of the dead in my dresser
Think about life and it ain't any better
I laid a .44 with my metal
In a shadow with the bars that reach you like venom
Reach through the bars and I popped the weapon
Stepping out of line, you get dropped in a second
Buried the dark feeling with guilt, so [?] it
Next to the North, we move to my city
Droppin' independent, no record can get the ticket
Droppin' independent, no record can get the ticket
Droppin' independent, no record can get the ticket
Droppin' independent, no record can get the ticket