Verse 1 Lungs:

Everything
For
The
Taking

The
Custy
Head
Butt
The
Chrysler
Building
Till
The
Foundations
Breaking

I’m
In
Your
Town
With
Tapes
I’m
Tryna
Pound
Pavement
Rappers
Hit
Me
Up
For
Tracks
Without
A
Down
Payment

Idiotic
Statements

The
Plug
Put
You
In
An
Ancient
Mound
For
Chronic
Lateness
Fans
Showing
Candid
Hatred
For
The
Shit
U
Stay
Making

I’m
In
The
Stu
I
Wrote
Until
My
Hands
Shaking

With
The
Most
Unstableness
We
Was
Under
The
Burnt
Ground

Doing
Art
Until
They
Paid
For
Shit

Rappers
Need
A
Pay
Stub
From
Averix

Microwave
A
Cake
From
The
Cake
Boss
&
Put
Your
Face
In
It

With
No
Aiming

I
Wasted
2
Pound
Of
Gold
Leaf
Shavings

Shorty
Gеtting
Six
Figures
A
Month
From
Government
Consultation

I
Paid
A
Custy
To
Throw
An
Original
Xbox
Consolе
At
The
Consulate
Of
Every
Nation

Broke
Teeth
&
Luke
Warm
Cases

Holy
Defacement

Roll
A
Whole
Leaf
&
Put
Two
8ths
In

Custy
Paranoid
Walking
Down
An
Empty
Street
&
Said
The
Police
Chased
Him

Assault
Chef
Ramsey
For
The
Pierogie
Placement

With
No
Hope
Of
Surviving

The
Plugs
Kid
Flew
A
Plane
At
Age
7
With
No
Co-pilot

Rappers
In
Old
Foams
Outside
It’s
-5
Minus

Shorty
In
No
Clothes
On
An
Stolen
Profile
On
The
Verge
Of
Resigning

Custy
On
A
Girls
Trip
To
The
Galapagos
Islands

I
Got
Booked
International
And
Had
To
Walk
Fro
NY
To
The
Shore
Of
Ireland


Verse 3: Phiik

Nimble
Symbol of
Good luck
Wit the candlestick
Every time
Bomb ticks
But you
Ain’t got
The right onerappers sound
Like a bunch
Of meth
Heads farting
Don’t get
Me started
Your sob story
Devoids and dies
When
Everybody starving
Competition turkey
Get to carving
I throw my
Jersey in
The rafters
Of the garden
And
Come back after
Like I
Beg your pardon
Fiber with
The carbon
Enough drive
I got car sick
Smart enough
To know
They tryna
Pull strings
Without guitar picks
Bring in
The best
It’s 5 on 1
Like i’m
John wick
Jack ain’t

I disconnect
Wires
Admire words
That come
Out my
Right lung
Come correct
I’ll die
In denver
Like buffalo bill
It’s always
Ugly motherfuckers
Talkin bout
If looks
Could kill
And I ain’t
Willing to
Drop dead
Medication
For the face
At pace
When every
Piggy
Just want
They slop fed
Goofies rockin
Mock necks
(uh)
This shock value
From now til
End times
Like a goldfish
Vs lockness
You around us
Making noise
It got
The block pressed
Still bound to
What I found
In my brain
And i’m
Not stressed