(Verse)
I be ya avatar, Pablo Escobar with the fixes
I bet the missives have you all in a submissive state
He k**in' foes broad day with headbu*ts and a crossface'
& wears a cold face with his pace in space
& wrecks databases so persuavive
Indeed to leave ya faves shook and set a fire on the ones who claim replacements
The scapegrace, indeed i'm Mr. Radical Rapscallion
Vixens tryna' lay him cuz' the verses in his talent touches em' like old pedophiles
Gold on his pairs of styles
Catch me at the markets sellin' verses for a better smile
Told mom she popped a son of a gun
The bright one who got shunned from the flows he swung like Sam Sosa or Barry Bonds
Rest in peace to E. Telon, had to switch it up cuz' that name had no echelon
Now teenagers tryna' get with the times
See no mags just stories on the ones who got dropped like y's
Name was never brought up cuz' the flows got wise
Now s**a' n***as catch disease when the flows get brought
Rest a**ured, these words got a way to open eyes
Awake to realize that the realist lays inside an eye
Sometimes I ponder on the reason why
I gotta wait for other cream wafers on that note to get a waiver
Cuz' i'm not dope
Cuz' i'm cleaner than soap
Sometimes they even take me as joke
Like I got the world's hand leading me to the rope
On a slope leaving me tongue-tied and groped so
Never sleep cuz' i'm there in ya nightmares
In that gold realm where i'm used to fightin' top fears
Drop the mixtape bet the people think i'm top tier
Mares, tears, and fears boy i'm fierce for ears
n***a!
Now let it ride
(Outro)
Let the tune groove through ya system
I'm just the Avatar on that rose gold mission