[Produced by Nascent & QB Da Problem]

[Verse 1]
Outta nowhere like a bad bitch
Lost on a highway
Black angel wings feelin fresh first friday
Sinnin like a seven day in Venice
Priests fuckin children
And im so up in this old ? station
Greek bitches at the chateau
Black nails, new black flow
Act like you know how to act ho
Psycho, i like the lights low
And my closet iconic
If these n***as is real n***as i'd rather be robotic
I'm liva than ya ghost writer
Its mr. white lighter dyin to set the night on fire
Lux life, landscapin for my loft
Call me crazy but i feel like Christ carryin the cross
Dyin to be great is a common mistake
While im havin white bitches feed me white grapes
Real n***a shit never came with a pitch
And rappers got rich of bullshit
Savvy
Catch saudi lookin like a reese's cup or a peppermint patty
And everybody love me like a junior mint
You full of shit, and ya publicist been pullin stints