[Verse 1: Brandon Carter]
Let's get straight to business
I don't try to buy time, but
To be honest wit'cha
I don't let everything slide, yeah
Life can tumble like them weeds, but still
The breeze will push by
I do not take "no" for an answer
Yes, I do not like filler rhymes
I've been on a roll, figured I might try to go in
Push the gas, I'm on my way
Yeah, I'm faster than that
But I'm faster than my feet can break for it, that's a rap
In a flurry, I'm flourished
Please get out of my hair, unless you'd race a tortoise
This won't end well, I just morphed into a person
Who can absorb things, keep it stored as a whole
Distortment
Keep it balled up, find a target
Let that swell up, then it grows and
I blast you with deadly forces
How this flow sound? You know I'm spittin' bare?
Drums loud as a snare, best I tear this beat apart
Let it dissolve in the air
Watch them particles fly, dissemblin' cells everywhere
I'd get blunt I don't care
But I'm blazin' through the puffs of smoke that I left here
Post poned it, my soul drifts, relocates, condone things, I molded, shape-shifter, cyclonin', I've gone in, out-going
Times rollin'
It's that massive attack, bars are jam-packed
Mauled all off of the grass, cuttin' it back
Called y'all off with the rapid, big impact with the facts
The artifact, his mid-gritty-contact
Recounteracted with the blast
Enough with the puns, it's time to punish and own this
Look to my left, and I just hooked myself with the lotus
Dust just stay floatin'
I look to my right, is it wrong to still think that I'm chosen?
Neva-ada kind of type of mind-gone spittin' lines, um
But just keep in mind, that this guy won't hesitate to try
Deserted in the desert cause this rap game feelin' dry

[Hook]
We tumblin', always end up tumblin'
We tumblin', always end up tumblin'
Once you on a roll you realize you are somewhere
We tumblin', always end up tumblin'

[Verse 2: Jerry Vegas]
Sippin' on some bourbon
Finna' make the world sick
Got gems, I always pearl it
Curvin' on their girlfriends
'Cause fuck that, I'm on my own
I'm coolin' and I'm on a roll
A pot of gold's my foster home
'Cause homie', I've been all alone
Hard to not feel lonely when there's simpletons around you Bitches and some clowns too
Wishin' I'd go out soon
'Cause I ain't got no hope left, but no stress
I'm so set, like woah, bet
I'm focused, makin' my doors open
Leavin' the islands, in need of assignments
Always gotta tight grip
I'm here keepin' my mind fit
Cerebral-type highs-hit
I'm seein' the dice flip
Restock the gas
I cough and laugh; the reason my night's sick
I'm swervin' to the exit
Don't forget that I'm wreckless
I learn and then finesse it
My worst shit is yo bestest