Chaotic scenes
The feelings obsolete
Got me tryna win a chip then a three-peat
Got my mind flashed on repeat
Faded as ever now my vision 3-D
John Cena, cant see me
Im lurking in the crooked corner
Store loading up on the deli
Whatever comes im ready
Ignoring convos and not even tryna be petty
This lane got me feeling tempted
Writing til im restless
Rapping till im restless
Screaming i dont give a f*ck til my voice is breathless
Mic check, test test
Weed scents the scene
Japanese clothe on, Junya Watanabe
All i need is love and honesty
I can score, i just need a lob to me
Havent had this feeling since The Carter 3
Swinging blows like Peter Parker
Rolled the Permanent Marker
Ash whiter than veneers on actors
Covered up the flaws in plaster
Hit a hole in one, Grand Master
Life never fast enough people yelling faster
Master of disaster, Hulk Hogan Rocky 3
Throw a champ out the ring
Can make Simon Cowell sing
Gave hip hop soul like South Koreas capital
Pop shove it off the stoop, got white boys saying radical
No days off, no sabbaticals
Going to the endzone, sometimes have to make the pass lateral
The damage done is collateral
The monk turned animal
Singing like philipinoes doing karaoke
Lil bro turned evil like Loki
Sipping Saki, poppin wheelies like Kowasaki
Tryna get my money old, Noam Chomskey
Seed that blossomed like poppy