[Verse 1: lonemoon]
I’m about to wake up, lace up, count blue face up
Never been a waiter so I’m not a fan of waiting up
Last night feelin’ really low
This time bouta take the gold
Come second? Naw naw
Learn a lesson? Yeah yeah
Enjoy the present? Yeah yeah
Feel depressive? Naw naw
Truly I feel divine, I’m the hero with 90 lives
Going zero to 95, I’m imperial, very nice
I’m a wordsmith, twisting and mangling all my curses
Worse than me, all these rappers they think they worth it!

[Verse 2: lonemoon]
Fire all my pistols if a rapper try to line me up
Fury in my blood, ain’t no givin up
Tell these lil n***as to sit down
They know the moon is a big style
All you are little just like mouse
Stealing the style you need clout

[Verse 3: lonemoon]
Came from the dirt, my mud
Lacin’ the lavender my blunt
They know I’m zealous for my stuff
Know that I’m jealous, I need love
A diss song? Don’t got no time, I need to get some
With ya, just all the time it make me feel love
Higher than I’m smokin on a cig
Higher than you passin me the drizz
Roll it, roll it, roll it, ride
Roll it, roll it, roll it, ride
I should be up in the sky
I should let myself be alive