Lyrics: Isaac Thok/Alec Hay
Music: Isaac Thok/Alec Hay
One hunnid, the level tipping, we gold hunting
Don’t dance wit the devil, homie, we not frontin'
I’m the villain in dark space, they won’t face
Spit this flow over beats, now that’s a cold case
Rambunctious, got this D1 jumpin'
I’m the boy at the photo ops , call me Fred Douglas
Creeping on blocks, lights off, waiting like pythons
Might've made a wrong move, today you got the right one
Who would've thought the swag daddy, do it mad heavy
Blacking out the game, but homie, I am not Wesley
Coz my angels fly round with black wings
And instead of pointing up , it’s at your face, and it’s mad steady
Don with it, this serious, but I have fun with it
Naturally, sliding on the track I did it casually
Jadеd all my rhymes here, top gradеd
No David, imma tenant in this game, it's a masterpiece, yeah
So, go get em, go getter
Gall back once, i'm coming back twice better
Like Bron, make the round trip back to the cavalier
Just a kid from Southside, but a ****ing Pioneer, man
I keep the fear in the rearview to continue
If I at you, I only do it to bless you
I’m blowing past fools, my time past their curfews
My virtue quicker than short bitches in Subarus
Hootie hoo, who is you, spin em like a hula hoop
I spit 16's and crack beats of fruity loops
808 jumps mad high, bigger than Bow Wow
Running 'em up for 30, for now imma bow out