(Intro)
I got the crowd set
Listen on the
Back street
Best believe
Something else
Is going work
For the rest of these begging bad bitches

I shouldn’t listen to no
Simple n***as
Conversing gossip
Bad lippin bout everything
But they decisions

Tell me baby are u lonely


I could help me if u only

(Verse)
Murder
Correspondent
Background
Microphone
Might compromise
They don’t like the headlines
Or the fine print
That Shade Room gossip
Politic about
Who stock is (DROUGHT)
Clout watching for the profit
On Sunday
You the type to tax it
Back it up and practice
My manic
Manson Charles punk
Two time gon find
A way to win the end
Ignition is penitentiary
Pander gisms
Influence the 85 percent
Of critics
The day the guys
Come get me
From paradise
Arithmetic pure devise
The pyramid blue
The sky’s the limit
Rule the life the Kemet
Kid cool stop and send
Rob and guess
I might got to get it
Ignite your every desire
Prepare me the
Light coupe might air it out
Smoke paralyze you
I'm thru the wire
Move the vibe
Sooth the sob stance
Marry my jin
Jury finds you
Right to not do
What u like to!