[Verse 1: KTCG]
Cosmic Entities on me
My beats are heat
I have the key
And practically
I’d like to think
That imma be
Much more than me
I want the pain away
Want stop to hurt today
Every night I try and pray
But know it cannot make you stay
So I just try and drift my mind
I just try and waste my time
But I want to make you mine
So wasted time just turns to crying
I hate that I love her
I hate that I do
I just wanna cover
All of my mood
My heart stays strong
But I need more
The night seems long
I crave you girl
My craving
Always control my soul
Head racing
Tryna stay a whole
Im pacing
Inside of my abode
Im crazy
Im veering off the road
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8
Why you tryna imitate
Imma make you levitate
My mind is in a different state
Imma throw you in your grave
Imma put you in your place
Cuz You ain't not no bodies taste
Yea
Get yo guap up son
Yea
Now I gotta mop up son
Yea
Imma get some top or sum
Yea
Before she fall in love
Yea
Imma hock yo lungs
Yea
Bitch you talk to much
Yea
Imma pop my gun
Yea
And you not gone run
[Verse 2: J-Kay]
Yeah it's J-Kay on the beat, I'm gonna need a receipt
I'm listening to all my haters, imma have to stop you peeps
Okay, nothing that I can say to all the criticism
I'm chopped down to my core, imma shoot you with precision
Tryna put my heart up in the garbage
Then you knock me to the floor with hate and carnage
You can stop talking about my craft cuz you got no credentials
For finding good rhymes, for hearing good beats, for hearing crescendos
Or understanding types of lines, stole the spotlight like its a crime
I can do the whole rapping joint and sing it at the same time
If I was in your corner, switched positions
I wouldn't speak up you little slimey, hear my proposition
Me and KTCG killing the criticism game
Accept us for who we are or you could get burnt to a flame
Me and NLE Choppa bought to bust up another lane
Cuz its just the 901, Memphis boy, hot shit my game