[Sample]
You would always tune in
You would always tune in

[Verse 1: ImDontai]
Since a Gerber, the flow been oder and ogre, my green and bread in the toaster
I heat it up, desert soldier
All them high school kids would call me 'anorexic toothpick'
Till I went and got some clout, they call me... 'anorexic toothpick'
Still, ain't shit change but change and bank, they come with commas now
Income going stupid like my tweets, and I ain't calming down
N***as who never see me in person can't stand the sight of me
I've been eatin' pussy and beats if you needed the dieting
I speak propеr, no mumble or blah-blah, you can't tell me nada
You can suck a lot of dick till thеy bust like granada
You're sleaziest shit feces, you cheesy, a damn amateur
You easily got the game on lock? Then I am a janitor (It's Dax!)
Keys to the building of rap, it's me and I'm wielding a strap
I see then I peel any cat, pussy better run when I hatch
Turn left, I'm huntin' like a canine
Perplexed, they like: ''Damn, he kinda good!'' Ain't I?
Ain't I, n***a? You A.I., n***a, and I am triggered
My bad, you just a bot-ass n***a
With my movement something like a Rubics, how I calculated them goofy doubts
And proved amounts above they favorites, haters lookin' stupid now
Maneuvered, then moved smooth over loopy routes
While disapproving clout from n***as who got the loosest of mouth
I'm coastin' over this, relate to coasters holdin' shit
I hid the juice, these n***as hit thirsty and fiendin' for a sip
Delicious, equaling me is fictitious, on a bad day
Your wishes for battle will sentence you going out the sad way
I'm far from a black adequate rapper you can combat against
I paddle the whack-est of asses attached to these average kids
Imagine this: my mental only madness if you ask, and see
I'd rather be happy, but Joker lies in my anatomy
Question of the day is: ''Are you good, bro? What is happening?''
It's easy to persuade, I say, "Okay", when I am actually
[Verse 2: LayedBakDFR]
Look, [...]
Fuck you, ain't none of you n***as stopping me

[Verse 3: aura dies]
You ain't stopping me
You owe me an apology
A part of me is ready to rush and fuck up an enemy
But mentally I'm holding my body
Because, I meant to leave
I am mentally electric but my chopper out of batteries
Don't be angered, please
I know he feeling pleased
'Bout two degrees
One is your lover, the other one is your disease
Too many fantasies over what, it seems real
Don't know how to feel
Don't know how I feel
Don't know what to i feel
Don't know how I feel
Don't know how to feel, ayy
Ayy-ay, ayy
Ayy, no chorus, no chorus
No chorus, no chorus
No chorus, no chorus
No chorus, no chorus