[Intro]
Yuh, mmm
Yuh, mmm
Yuh, yuh

[Verse]
Yeah
You get straight to atoning when your soul's in question
But the bass gets you going
To assault your brethren
Ain’t no respecting life
I grow affection to wholesome flexing
On my plate holds the goals
They keep the score from heaven
God knows I’m only destined
To hold the throne
Elections will fall to no impressions
Might go with Showmen’s essence
Present my whole reflection, uh
The depth
Sketch shit like Conan
I control the lesson
Might televise a session
So y’all less bold and pressing issues that you not ready for
Petty scores mold my many wars
Mentally, the credits score with my many boards
Medics pour in my sores
Fuck the weapons
I just wish I controlled my own depression
These are my lone confessions
Can't even phone my best friends
Believing my soul was less than
But then the flow progresses
No sweat then
Y’all can’t fuck with my bad shit
Shake ass shit, I’m past it
The popular ass shit is has been in my mind
Only on this devine time
I write on my phone, so unleaded
We gas shit
Unloaded my past shit
On papers, no pad shit
Light it and pass it
My turn to get blasted
Enlightenment of mad shit
Forgetting the past tense
Can’t dead all the bad shit
While y’all toting mad sticks
We riding this passage
Not playing, we pack shit
I’m plaguing for plagues shit
I can see that you mad tense
Attack shit
You tacky, attached shit
Shake back
Finna black shit
Crack shit, we ain’t average
The window bust, add shit
Get tokens when they mine
Not joking
Lucky that’s here when I find an open
Grind from coping
I keep an eye on my opus
The ties are hopeless when you not eye to eye
The vision’s broken
Bifocals find the closest
We sure divide the choking
That’s why I was chosen
The bipolar spokesman
My grind automotive
Then high, gliding mostly
The fine grind is potent
The pie slices open
My guys get some motion
Get more shit