[Verse 1: $lick $loth & SOPHIE]
Artificial bloom
Outside in an all black ride
Hydroponic skin
Tint rolled up when I'm high
Said they all wanna live, but I just wanna die
Chemical release
Motherfucker, if you're looking for me, find me in the night
I got a knife, don't wanna fight
Synthesize the real
I wanna take your fucking life, and end it right on sight
When I strike, if you bark, better bite
Plastic surgery
Block hot, fuck the cops, pop a six-shot Glock
Then I trot to the rocks, with me own blood clot
Social dialect
Red-dot, bodies drop when I cock, then I spot
No tomb, no plot, throw 'em off of the yacht, undocked
Positive results
With the slot of the skull hangin' in the fucking river, ho
Documents of life
$ui-$uicide, 6-6-6, *59, so cynical

[Verse 2: Yung Plague & Mozart's Sister]
Oh
Got a pound in the blunt, I'm loungin'
Nana-nana-nana-nana
Pour another round, I'm drownin'
Ohh
Climb to the top, I will jump off the mountain, ayy
Nana-nana-nana-nana-na
Swerve, swervin' in a motherfucking all-white Crown Vic'
Na-na-na-na-na
Blue light mounted, siren howlin'
Na-nana-nana
Stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid
My face is the front of shop
Got the town lit up by the flame that I made from my grey serenade, make way for the Plague
My face is the real shop front
On the seventh day, grey bodies lay in they graves
My shop is the face I front, front
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
I'm real when I shop my face
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I—