[VERSE ONE - ATWOOD]
Too much in my head swole
And the room feeling like 8 swishers
Got 3 of these lil' dumb hoes trying to post up and just take pictures
And I don't mean women, I mean snitches
Post that you gon' need stitches
If you talk to me you best speak digits
Know one language and I mean business

I'm off the shots
I'm off the goop
Don't mean to pop like a molotov but I'm awfully hot when I'm breaking through
I don't call no truce
You look like a narc

This ain't narcos I got barcodes for these fiends and sharks
Got art hoes at this Neiman Marcus
Tarkov how I flee the market
Harlow how they getting Jack
Sold my soul with no strings attached
This rollercoaster of a hoax gon' overdose, but not 'fore buy a mansion
Come to shows look like necromancing how the dead dancing

All ears for the best ransom out here
Only silence round here
Only violence out here
Homie I got piles of ideas
Yeah close them eyelids out of fear
I'm the best out my peers
Don't say it
300k with no playlist
Popped off quit my day shift
Logged off practiced patience
Foie gras ima pay it
Gods all in my spaces
[HOOK - CLOUD MAC]
I take my pills, so why the fuck I'm going crazy now
Hate the truth, you little bitches do not phase me now
Paid my dues, save your noose I'm with Satan now
Break the rules, I'm in the booth with some baby's now

[VERSE TWO - CHRIS WRIGHT]
Where do I start
I put the Gucci inside of the cart
I got a marshal inside of this Marshells, serving me papers and breaking my heart
I’m so appalled
Ugh fuck, why you fitted up looking like Blart
Mall copping like the weekends, with the ice on ya, pop tart

Looking motherfucker
I rang for you, my fault
Wanna make it rain for ya, no salt
You so fake it feel like assault
Looking like player 1 hit default

I am not unstable I promise
I got a problem with being too honest
Bout to get fired up like I been waiting all year for Sozens Comet
We are not similes, I’m not like you
Carry clouds on my back like I’m Raikou
Better not speak my name or my homies names, treat that shit like it’s taboo
[VERSE THREE - TEEAWGO]
Snow pierce with the cold
I was on my way home
Couldn't see through the fog
Parasite I'm the host

I feel like I'm bong
I might fuck around
Be the first Brasi to win a gram since 2001
Rest in peace to João

I got a bone to pick
You got 206
I'll take the ones in your wrist
Remember you waving me off saying I wouldn't be shit
Funny thing about tables how they break over your back

I do not flip them
Don't overreact
Watch out 'fore they turn on you
Skipping the disc no fixing the scratch
Brushing me off saying I wouldn't be jack
Funny thing about tables how they break over your back
I do not flip
Don't overreact
[HOOK - CLOUD MAC]
I take my pills, so why the fuck I'm going crazy now
Hate the truth, you little bitches do not phase me now
Paid my dues, save your noose I'm with Satan now
Break the rules, I'm in the booth with some baby's now

[VERSE FOUR - MILES POWERS]
Ay, yea, cut em off, I been offline calls declined been hard to find
Autocratic when in my domicile, long been silent, now, better calm me down
Cause I might just flip, overreact, open the bag that I packed look I already had
This style that style, is it boom bap, trap? And I say I can’t sing

But they knew that’s cap, yea, clap back, passin’ The Chronic, Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat
Seventeen Years like the Ratatat track, I been ‘bout rap how about that yea?
That’s how I am, no disrespect, disconnected won’t get the message
My pitch inflected my vision corrected go (get it get it get it) get the check