[Intro: Shwabadi]
I've been living in the twilight
I've been inbetween
Too late for the night but the day isn't for me
Living in the twilight
I've been inbetween

[Verse 1: Shwabadi]
Fuck the system you believe in
Me and mine, we're known to dive off of the deep end
Me and Ty teamed with Ya for no reason
We really be the demons
Voices whispering inside your head that there is no point in competing

If the funds are not immediatе
Then why would I rap
Bear in the booth
Of coursе I'm getting Wild on the track
Haters claiming they're an alpha
They're outside of the pack
Now they're screaming like they're charging up a final attack

Fuck 'em if they suck the fun from other's art
Noah's ark, rounds come 2 by 2
Loosed from my brothers' arms
Don't be smart, iron at your chest
Homie, Tony Stark
You built like a trouser press
When heat's on you gon fold in half
Punches come like beers how they're fading em
I got day ones chilling in the tiers of my patreon
Put you on the speakers
Watch how quick they clear stadiums
How you getting folded by two queers and a Canadian?

Pussy, you get folded like a bad hand
Poker face equipped, I'm stacking chips
And making mad bank
Flexible as shit, I'm throwing kicks
I feel like van Damme
Came from open mics
And colder nights out on the bandstand

Collected change out of a cap to fund the hobby
Every stage I hit was dodgy
Shady deals out in the lobby
Now they pay to see me body stages
Dangers faced are way beyond me
Failure changed to daily gains
So now there ain't no hate can stop me

[Verse 2: Yayu]
Uh
Wrote this shit 2 days off chemo
Lap got fat, new bread, no keto
Bitch i was made for the game like B-MO
Been had lines from the jump like a free throw
You could say i came wrapped up like a preroll
Green in my hands like shego
Finito
Doom: you could meet yours
Stir up like the migos
Slide like im playin on an iced up court
Shouts ty wild, he keep the pipes up north
Ion take Ls, keep a light, one .4
Put the numbers on my head, you get ya life cut short
See
'nother life: i could be servin up a lotta the syrup
Really all for the procurement of the prada
Meet a baddie in the outskirts of the bahamas
Put the sword on her melons like a nerd wit a katana
Surely, id get caught up in the trap
Knowin im the type of person wit a callin for securin all the dollas
Nowadays, sorta been avertin all my prollems
Cuz im smokin mother nature, got me swervin into fauna
But trust
New .38 on me, this bitch a mean girl, hit like a bus
Turn em to dust
Now he a cannibal, how im ahead of em kickin it up
Bet that he fuss
Im leavin earth, feel like a kid, had to cut off the crust
I can't be touched
Some say im doin too much, but i dont think im doin enough
Could give a fuck but i dont
Punch in a track, then we punch out and punch out wit macs
Run up, get done up like that
Runnin the tracks, so much, we gon run outta laps
Guns out the back
Shwab brought the animals in, wild dogs in a pack and we pack
We on attack
Beam on the zapper and you can get shorted, but know we dont lack
[Verse 3: Ty Wild]
Blood hungry killer, feel like Chupacabra, could kill a goat
You some monsters? I didn't know
Run your pockets or bust the cartridge like MissingNo
I fuck the game up
Fuck ya dame up
You missing hoes while I'm in they throats
Wild slide with a stick like I roll with Minnesota, NHL
And I chill if I wanna
See the man finna bear arms as if he Shwab when he switching personas
Fold a op, no photo op, finna picture some posers
Flash the cannon at em, box em up, leave em stiff in a motion
Get it?
Posted up if they stretchin shit like an edit
Told bro give the word in code, clique link like that shit's embedded
Been the best at what I do but...
Naw I'm the best at what I do bruh
No question, I ain't flexin, it's just true bruh
Poke with a tight grip on the arms, bitch I'm here to shoot up
Middle fingers only way I'm giving two fucks
Pull up on couple of goons where they coop up
Shells to they back finna give em wings, now they really a pair of troopers
Shit like Marley invasion, kids get trampled, you isn't as ample
I chase a bag, you drop bread like you Gretel and Hansel
Chop change pace, rearrange you like we did with the sample
Bullets out the Ruger spread like rumors that's getting you cancelled
Life a bitch, for example, I take em on sight
She say wanna hang and now she change like I'm a hotline
But I feel like Dame, it ain't shit to drop dimes
Sumn like my pops, since I sonned em, barely seen em like it's twilight, bitch