[Intro]
(Orio)
(Scratch mixed it)
Three, two, one, let's go

[Chorus]
I'm-I'm a seafood guy, but somehow, never had an oyster
Now I buss cab, get a load of this guy
I don't know why he acts so bad, he's a good yute, damn
My flows go down like a heavyweight when I elevate like Nemzzz, that's, ah
Now I got a cramp, damn, I need to slow down on the beats 'cah I go too ham

[Verse 1]
There's a couple things that I find quiet pathetic
I make it bait, didn't ate, work for your plate
Now your sittin' in your seat all static
Hopin' for the wrong bread, now your movin' diabetic (Woo, woo, woo)
My PTSD make me panic
Losin' breath, but I still pump gas, asthmatic
Digital, minimal, many can't hack it
Closin' of life in some well known brackets
Look, takе a toke, yo that, shift that drift
'Cah manna have to swervе then skid
Japan bullseye 'cah the brand new hit (On the kid)
Hate on the kid, eureka, that's it
Take a tip from south your career ain't it
A-a-a-a-and she a star, but she China, that's a red flag
I don't like them chicks (What?), wave my flag like a Nike tick
[Chorus]
I'm-I'm a seafood guy, but somehow, never had an oyster
Now I buss cab, get a load of this guy
I don't know why he acts so bad, he's a good yute, damn
My flows go down like a heavyweight when I elevate like Nemzzz, that's, ah
Now I got a cramp, damn
I need to slow down on the beats 'cah I go too ham

[Interlude]
Yo, why's this guy not answerin' the phone, fam?
(Welcome to the EE voicemail)
Ah, man, yo brudda, just answer the phone
The tunes bare hard, I'ma leave it alone
Don't need that flow with it man, but anyway, you get it?

[Verse 2]
I don't know about you, but I know about me and you
Don't wanna get caught on the lack
Give your life to the Lord, Jesus and that
He died for your sins, took pain to the max
And he loves you (You) and he wants you (You)
And trust bro in the heavens wan' see you (You)
But, he wan' feel the real love, all come from you
So, he gave you the free will, choose
To enter the heavens and be with the lord Jesus
There's bare to the mix (Bare to the mix), a hole lit of ingredients
One of them, swift obedience (Woo)
You gotta show bare, your faith, you gotta embrace
Leave devious, previous (Leave it at that)
Don't be like Adam and eat that apple
God don't like disobedience (Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it)
[Chorus]
I'm-I'm a-I'm a seafood guy, but somehow, never had an oyster
Now I buss cab, get a load of this guy
I don't know why he acts so bad, he's a good yute, damn
My flows go down like a heavyweight when I elevate like Nemzzz, that's, ah
Now I got a cramp, damn
I need to slow down on the beats 'cah I go too ham

[Outro]
Ah, fam, I need to come out the studio fam
This cramp is hurtin' (Ayy, bro, you good?)
Yeah, I'm steady fam ('Cah I go too ham)
Ah, now I got a-now I got a cramp, damn
Now I got a cramp, Cramp Dat