Ooh, nowadays I really miss my fuckin' idols
So that's the title, I grab a Bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear this shifted me like a cycle
Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse and recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
And spit flames while also makin' it rainstorm
You see, I can't ignore it
And you n***as don't see, it's in your brain to snore it
And you sleep on me until you can't no more
'Til you can't no more
Yeah, ayy, wake up, I got my cake up
I need a rake, uh
I'm your savior
Ayy...
Ayy, and you can't buck
Ayy, and you won't bust
Ayy, and it's Trippie Redd, bitch, I won't get touched
In my Gucci coat, in my Gucci loafs
I got Gucci toes