[Intro: Denzel Curry]
You number one, now it's time to start sneakin' up (Oh)
This for my n***as that say I ain't deep enough (Oh)
Me, I been talkin' for those that don't speak enough (Oh)
Bitch, I'm a king, R.I.P to King Geedorah
Let's go

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
You number one, now it's time to start sneakin' up
This for my n***as that say I ain't deep enough
Me, I been talkin' for those that don't speak enough
Bitch, I'm a king, R.I.P. to King Geedorah (Oh)
Give out dilemmas, we takin' out problems (Oh)
All of this hate, keep on spreadin' like pollen (Oh)
I rose above it like flowers that blossomed (Oh)
Air Force energy black as T'Challa (Doo-doo-doo, doo)
Why n***as talkin' that cash shit
Knowin' damn well n***as don't have shit? (Doo-doo-doo, doo)
That's why a n***a don't flash shit
'Cause n***as pullin' up with mad sticks
I'm the n***a walkin' through the mist (Through the mist)
Still reportin' live from the depths of the abyss (From the ground)
I'm too dedicated like I'm Wayne in '06 (Uh-huh)
But the only thing missing is the motherfuckin' wicks, uh (Okay)

[Chorus: 454]
Sunshine state with a great lil' life
For the ones that can't everyday, quick pace (Quick pace)
In your face, broad day, jumpin' on the interstate
Too fast, might get caught up in a race (Caught up in a race)
Yeah, you know how it go in the states for a crate
Want a quarter-million dollars for a space (Dollars for a space)
Just made it out the mud to a way
In New York for the green with no place, I got K (Place, I got K)
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Now the game is colder than the Arctic
Sittin' in the darkness, feelin' like a starless night
So I gotta be the light, regardless
Even though I'm tryna make a livin' as a artist
Anyway, I gotta be on point just like a marksman
Hard to be a rapper when they makin' you the target
N***as in the field and they be drillin' like a sergeant
Some take souls, some sell it like a auction
A whole lotta n***as gettin' locked up (Locked)
If they don't, then them n***as get shot up (Pew-pew)
Just heard that they found a n***a last week (What?)
In his hood with his whole body chopped up (Oh)
Got me feelin' like, "Damn, that's fucked up" (Yeah)
Gotta keep my face clean and a gun tucked
In the bathroom smokin' on the must-must
Pray to God that any n***a don't rush us, damn

[Chorus: 454]
Sunshine state with a great lil' life
For the ones that can't everyday, quick pace (Quick pace)
In your face, broad day, jumpin' on the interstate
Too fast, might get caught up in the race (Caught up in the race)
Yeah, you know how it go in the states for a crate
Want a quarter-million dollars for a space (Dollars for a space)
Just made it out the mud to a way
In New York for the green with no place, I got K (Place, I got K)