[Intro: Lupo Prospero]
Ayy, yeah
Lupo
Yeah

[Hook: Lupo Prospero]
I'm only 21, but I be headlining shows
I put it on myself, you know I put on all my bros
Hustle every single day, I gotta reach my goals
I'm done fillin' up my brain with all of these holes

[Verse 1: Jay Myke]
Consume the drugs
Consume the drink
And do this shit ‘til you can’t think
Do this shit ‘til your vision’s fucked and do this shit ‘til you’re out of luck
“Agile Mind” on my SnapBack
I spit rad raps
I’ll feed your bitch some anthrax and put that shit on my Snapchat
@JayMykeMusic, follow me!
These followers stay following
But I’m an innovator, I’m so much greater
Since I was 15, I’ve been a creator
‘Cause I was inspired by a Klan of Raiders
And Asher Roth, get the aftershock when you hear my verse
Fuckin’ up your mind like an ancient curse
Uh
[Verse 2: S!ns Here]
I love a demon ‘til my gums are bleedin’
I’m done believin’, so I numb the feelin’
She gave me the neck, she gave me the face
I’m takin’ a check straight to the bank
God I- God, I gotta get outta here
Shining like a chandelier
Banging like a cannoneer
Ragin’ like I’m Vladimir
I’m really in this, you can suck a million dicks
You can duck, I’m still getting hits
Ain’t nothing realer than this
No one an opponent, focus in the moment
Cheese is the motive
Y’all look like a rodent and you know it
Sleeping on me, you gon’ need an army
You won’t even harm me, you gon’ see we aren’t weak
Put you on a rollercoaster
Put you in a coma with the toaster
And I’m gonna kill it like I’m supposed to
Xanny had me feeling like a ghost, bruh

[Verse 3: Kells Thraxx]
I pull up in that drop
Got your bitch givin’ top while I count up this guap
I can’t fuck with no opp
Keep the gun, it’s on cock, put a hole in your top
I pull off in that Coupé
Smokin’ pot, off the boof, drop a bean in my goop
Count a lot of the loot
Get a lot of the roof from your thot, then I scoot (ayy)
Bitch, watch me flex
Nike I get to the check (yuh)
Bitch, I’m up next
You cannot hang with the set (nah)
Gucci my threads
Gold all up up on my neck
Bitch, I don’t want the sex
Tell that ho give me that neck
[Verse 4: Ethereal Lotus]
Working so hard, I forgot how to vacate
Everybody dogging me, I’m dippin’ to Biscayne
People they looking for handouts, just wait
When I’m blown up, they gon’ try to equate
“Weren’t we family since the first day?”
Nah, bitch, why you tryna eat off my plate?
I got no scraps for the dogs who just beg
You weren’t there when I was tryna get fed
You used me for profit, then ran up the keg
Tryna turn up while you turning me down
Now look who’s sardonic and you got a frown
Tears in your eyes while I hold the crown
It glistens and glimmers and shines all around
Now turn down the volume ‘cause I’m screaming loud
Fuck all you pussies who ain’t stick around
Ethereal Lotus is gone with no sound
Very Dead Clique what I rep and I’m proud
My brothers, we kings, and now everyone crowds
Tryna figure out this formula? Well, there’s none to be found
Bitch

[Verse 5: Komato$e]
Yeah
My bitch is all on my holster (yuh)
I creep for bodies, a vulture (yuh)
I keep my enemies close (yuh)
I keep a shotty far closer (closer)
I ruin everything I touch (touch)
I got a double cup coaster (coaster)
I put the "cult" in "culture" (culture)
I got the remedy for you (for you)
Got a disease, jeez, his skin fallin' off
When he peel in the whip, the damn rims fallin' off
'Cause he goin' so fast, that he maybe jus crashed
And I think that's ok, 'cause his limbs 'bouta rot anyway
Any way that you put it
I've been doing really well, if you don't count the numbers
We seen plenty of 'em
Don't need anymore
Jus be a statistic for us who love gore
[Verse 6: TrippyThaKid]
Yuh
Listen up, kids
You don’t wanna fuck with TrippyThaKid
That man’s so sick in the head
God damn, nobody ever listening, they ending up dead
Killin’, killin’, killin’ all day, fuck rappers
The kid’s so dank, smoking blunts right after
Killin’, killin’, killin’ all day, fuck rappers
The kid’s so dank, smoking blunts right after
Ayy
I don’t wanna end up like them, nah
I just wanna live like I’m paid, yah
Look at my neck, so red, bruh
I just go too hard, homie, fuck that
This the only way to fuckin’ get it poppin’ at the top
I’m just hollering for bottles as I’m rockin’ in the spot
This is my territory, I’m dope
The kid so pissed when the kid don’t smoke
Nobody be listening to Trip no more
But I’m lookin’ at the moon and I be taking back control
This the only fuckin’ way to get it poppin’ at the top
I’m just hollering for bottles as I’m rockin’ in the spot
This is my territory, I’m dope
The kid so pissed when the kid don’t smoke
Nobody be listening to Trip no more
But I’m lookin’ at the moon and I be taking back control

[Verse 7: Supa Sortahuman]
Tryna not focus on the fact that half these rappers can’t even rap
Their beats are trash and their rhymes are wack
I’m focused on stacking these stacks
I need these stacks, I need this cake
I need that money, there’s plenty to make
Opportunities, there’s plenty to take
I’m spreading love, no time for the hate
Ive made mistakes and bounced back
I’ve lost shit and got it back
You can catch me in the back
Smokin’ thraxx straight out the pack
Bowls are packed like back to back
Joints are rolled like that and that
Roll them up, they’re fat as bats
Smoke so much, no cataracts
I’ll battle rap with a battle axe
Don’t be surprised when you get smacked
This real life, this ain’t an act
I speak the truth, yeah, that’s a fact
I’m killing tracks, yeah, just like that
I’m killing tracks, yeah, just like that

[Verse 8: Hydromane]
Last hope, puff of smoke
Inhale an ounce, invade your house
Steal your spouse, douse her blouse with clout
I'm out
Unseen, unheard
Flip the bird while I swerve
Hit the curb, vision blurred
Words slurred
Outdated, spray-painted, vacate it
Bomb, erase it
Then I'm not playing
Re-up on the meds
Line em up *sniff* to the head
Fuck the Feds, won’t catch me ‘til I'm dead
Zippo Zedge
Said light the fire, let it spread, burn the bread
‘Til I'm seeing Aqua-motherfucking-red
Uh
Fuck the Feds, won’t catch me ‘til I'm dead
Zippo Zedge
Said light the fire, let it spread, burn the bread
‘Til I'm seeing Aqua-motherfucking-red
Uh

[Hook: Lupo Prospero]
I'm only 21, but I been headlining shows
Yeah, I put it on myself, you know I put on all the bros
Hustle every single day, gotta reach my goals
I'm done fillin' up my brain with all these fuckin' holes

[Outro: XANXER]
Feel like an animal
I am a cannibal
Cold veins, blood stains, I'm on edibles
I need real white to feel like this is real life
Baby, what's your blood type?
I can make you feel right