[Verse 1: Ghostie]
Existential dread like three times a week
Ignore and get the bread, 'cause a n***a gotta eat
If I take your bed, then how you gonna sleep on me?
No fear, take chances, watch a n***a leak
Hit 'em all on their head
Rock 'em 'til they drop
Tug 'em, sock 'em, pop, uh
Squeeze 'til they pop, uh
Take what they got, uh
Pickin' all the locks, uh
Punch 'em out they socks
Keep the burner, keep it hot
And I laugh 'cause they not
How you want beef if you would take the top? Uh
Lookin' at the clock, it's time to bring out the mop, uh
Smell what I'm cookin', now I feel likе The Rock, uh
Bitch I'm droppin' bombs, now I feel like Barack, uh
Blade in my hand, you can call mе Baraka
Tune in, damn your n***as, and I do not feel the chakra
Talk to you at The Crown, now think you my partner?
No, you're not, sir

[Chorus: Ghostie]
Thinking you can fuck with me? (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
But you can never seen me low (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
I can set the world on fire (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
With every word and every tone (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
I control the lightning (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
But you will never ever know (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
If you doubtin' my abilities (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
You will reap what you sow (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
[Verse 2: Butch Dawson]
Big balls, bulldogs
Don't smell for shit, no
Team player better than a squad
I can kick those
Still flow, sad in the sky, I'm a real stone
Deep dawg, red in my eyes, like Jigsaw
I been smellin' pussy since you walked in
Talkin' like you we're off in the 'musment
Just be honest, you a nice target
Cold bodies, white chalk, now we talkin'
Damn, damn, I beat the beat like "Bam, bam"
Get a ambulance or somethin'
N***as still tryna play or somethin'
Say what? The caravan comin', skrrt
Midnight Club, drift 'round that cut, end your homie
Packin' it up, seen you runnin'
Lookin' for M's, I be thummin'
She blowin' on me like a trumpet
Got a musician in the band
Shawty keep beggin' for a chance
I'm not the n***a in command
I'm a young n***a from the mud
I used to whip it with my hand
Do a Thanksgiving with the yams, smoke
[Chorus: Ghostie]
Thinking you can fuck with me? (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
But you can never seen me low (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
I can set the world on fire (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
With every word and every tone (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
I control the lightning (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
But you will never ever know (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
If you doubtin' my abilities (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)
You will reap what you sow (Yeah, I can burn the world) (I can set this world on fire)