[Hook 1]
Badass boom, catch a zoom, I send the lyrics into outer doom
She be comin’ at me with fakes smiles and I’ll still think bliss
I do the informations of the masses so secretly
It feels so illegal to tell anyone that I feel like I’m blessed in it
I was lookin’ so deeply in your eyes that I realize, Look how this modernist has made you think so fuckin’ thyself, emotionally, connected in those real eyes
So I take no chances, biatch!

[Verse 1]
Before I was born I was lost, I paid the cost
I was growing bigger, had my finger on the trigger
I was never being bossed, but I was being watched
My lust was never discussed, she was a gold digger
She got bigger and I didn't earn that figure
Touched I was when she'd whisper in my ear
Things I loved to hear, she was a sightseer
I asked her bout my number, she said
88 thunder, that's what I missed when I was young
The following summer, I took a nap, when I woke up
I was worshipping the cup, I did it non-stop
I ran to the mountain and called for god in an instant
I was stunned and listened in the distance was a voice
Of all my homeboys, I cried and god provided me with
The tools I needed to use to build me a family
Finally, I am free, I take a knee for my country
[Hook 2]
Badass boom, catch a zoom, I send the lyrics into outer doom
She be comin’ at me with fakes smiles and I’ll still think bliss
I do the informations of the masses so secretly
It feels so illegal to tell anyone that I feel like I’m blessed in it
I was lookin’ so deeply in your eyes that I realize, Look how this modernist has made you think so fuckin’ thyself, emotionally, connected in those real eyes
So I take no chances, biatch!

[Verse: 2]
Now I work fulltime, spending all my time
Putting pieces together
I give it cheddar It's words and rhymes I am talking about I am no girl scout
I am sowing and reaping Doing my thing
Serving and banging
Lyrics out to all my kin, fucking feeling this thing
Badass boom, send the lyrics out into the room
I do this intonation of words, it's like flirting with the devil
He provides me with several hits and bits of information with the evil
To put into my workstation, spin the bits and bytes together
It's like a magic treasure, it takes off all the pressure
Whether I am the center or not, I still plan this plot
To take over the rap scene, the title I will redeem
Having done this for a week, I sit and tweak
Settings in my studio, I'm a beginner but was born a pro
I honor the one and true, but still uses voodoo
[Hook 3]
Badass boom, catch a zoom, I send the lyrics into outer doom
She be comin’ at me with fakes smiles and I’ll still think bliss
I do the informations of the masses so secretly
It feels so illegal to tell anyone that I feel like I’m blessed in it
I was lookin’ so deeply in your eyes that I realize, Look how this modernist has made you think so fuckin’ thyself, emotionally, connected in those real eyes
So I take no chances, biatch!