[Verse 1: Big Melancholy]
Pull up in the rain, hair up in my face
Let the .40 bang, let it bang
Catch my shell casings, you can keep the change
You a stain
Look into my eyes, you can see the rage
Grab a blade, let machete swang
Ain't no time to waste
Playing games, I ain't with that shit
Pull up in the whip, let it rip
I don't need to aim, shoot off from the hip
Catch a clip
I don't know no names
Sticking to the script, you a snitch
Don't be saying shit
End up in a ditch, be afraid
I got demon blood coursing through my veins
Throwing shade, you could die today, let you fade away
Switching lanes, smoking different strains
I can't fucking change
I won't chase, I'ma sit and wait, better count your days
Remember thеm days when you told me that I wouldn't make and I was down bad on my ass?
Now look at mе blowing up doing everything I said I would do making all of this cash
It's funny how the money make you someone but these people they wanna just dwell on your past
I'm spinning, and spinning, and spinning, come get me, I'm dizzy
I'm shooting to empty the mag
And I'm a god up in my city, all these people looking up to me, but really I don't get it
Feeling like I wanna hide away, and find a new perspective
I been tryna find a better way, but something just won't let me
[Verse 2: Faceless 1-7]
Ayy, ayy, somethin' just won't let me
Sun, it burning heavy
Grey, my psyche ending
Ayy, ayy
Dime a dozen days going steady
What's the point a making points If you ain't waving that machete?
I said, laced it, heaven sent
Demons fiending medicine
Bitch, you ain't gon' get me, been three years and you ain't met me
I said face it, let it rest
Pace around the elegance
Chompers on 'em ready, blowing choppers out the chevy
I need diamonds round my waist, I need time to find the space
I need lines, I need fakes
I need tabs just to taste
Gucci bags just to break
Get a stack just to say
I ain't fuck it up again, the only fuck up is my fate
I got way too much to do, I got too much on my list
But if you loud up with your crew, I'ma slide and a dump 'em clips
Leave you cut up through them wrists, in a bath full to the rim
Then gon' lie to traumatize all your friends and all your kin
Ayy