[Intro]
Uh
Jimmie, yo
Craven, yeah
Uh

[Verse]
We all tryna do better
News editors called the superpredators
Consignment, block n***as, where my creditors?
Consealed weapons, steppin', no pedicures
Trauma can't be measured
Played with ARs way before the metaverse
Can't get some work, so we get some work
Sit down in the trap and we let 'em servе
If a chick mundane, right, she's gettin' swеrved (She's gettin' swerved)
If she can fetch a bird, she can get the bird
Smokin' green herb from the earth, you n***as is turfed
Fake shit, we shake bricks, like some nerds
Crunchin' numbers, we got off the curb
Shots echo like a reverb
Only half of what you see and nothing that you heard
And stop repeatin' what you readin' in the burbs
Turn it down, don't let it burn
She can taste me when she burps
They spread the germ and they sperm, I am disturbed
Was a dirt kid with ringworm
"It's the principle" in the words of Big Worm
Unless you a black chick, you don't want your wig permed
Put n***as in the suit, like Mr. Stern (Like Mr. Stern)
Really not my concern if they missed your turn
My lady brought you kids to term, you got some nerve
Hope you are the first to disperse
Or end up feet first in that hearse
It's like my people are cursed, uh
[Outro]
I was hungry
It was— that you knew me well
I was hungry
It was— that you knew me well
I was— fallin' from the curb
Fallin' from the curb