[Chorus]
Rolling deep with the larger legion haunted by our harder demons in the darker regions
Hearts’re bleeding, hard to see them
It’s harvest season, bars egregious
Coming from the farther reaches of the mind of this artist genius, we discard the weakest
Escobar with the dopeness, keep your nose closed kid
Focus on your opus, part the flow like Moses
Uh, yeah sicker than comatose is
Yeah, I’m on the ‘94 Ghost shit

[Verse]
Ayo
They butchered the track, I have to come hard on this shit
Arsonist spartan with spit, get you blast to bits
Lyric gun fire, bar narcissist far from shit
Came out of that dark abyss to focus on this master mix
Feels like I’m getting better as the world turns
More beat murders every time that I research terms
Reserved words for my worst splurge
I’d drop that shit right now, I got the drive but there’s just curved turns
Decided to count on human links
Striving for perfection like I’m only built for Cuban Linx
Brute instincts confusing for my new physique, blew the speakers
Ever since I hit the pad believe that I’ve been shooting sinkers
I wasn’t given the time of the day
To my disarray, said fuck em got the brightest array
As light as a ray, I'm Modern King Midas in spray
Fighters can play or they’re flying away surprises await
I'm old school, on the rope like the Undertaker
Might say SMGs but in reality my guns’re vapour
Rappers force it down your throats, you can call me Vader
Me and the boys fuckin barbaric, we’re the Tusken Raiders
Simple and plain, bitch I’m sick in the brain
These cunts didn’t get the picture, never been in the frame
Little deranged, people saying I ain’t spittin the same
I tell em "Great", that’s the initial aim
Broken through that brittle phase
[Chorus]
Rolling deep with the larger legion haunted by our harder demons in the darker regions
Hearts’re bleeding, hard to see them
It’s harvest season, bars egregious
Coming from the farther reaches of the mind of this artist genius, we discard the weakest
Escobar with the dopeness, keep your nose closed kid
Focus on your opus, part the flow like Moses
Uh, yeah sicker than comatose is
Yeah, I’m on the ‘94 Ghost shit