And they still afraid of my potent
This ain't the suburb's safer streets
This is the back of the black alley where we snack on rappers we see
I'm out to ration the creeps, my figure shadow the peaks
Been wandering through the wild inspire tales as tall as these trees
I think I - I think I slipped off the divine
Frost running through my veins, they must've slipped off of my mind
Cause competition been wincing, choking, like they swallow knives
Advocate for homicide like I was living for it
They living for the silver screen, just give him a minute more
Just give him a talking to and point that ****** through the door
They're looking to be wavy but my vibes will wash you overboard
Sending the whole navy, but this Loch Ness monster overlord
Make an audience hazy but some chumps gonna stay sober
Tryna bring it back but you shaky, trust me homie it's over
Trust me homie you ain't colder and your days been looking bleak
Go swallow your pride and then wash it down with some bleach
Jeez