Andromeda (ref. 22.04.24)

Plasma gun, plasma gun, leave my heart alone Sweeter than cinnamon, Bakewells or a danish bun

Yeah it’s desserts that I’m eating, music that I’m beating
Lyrics that are fleeting, your life disappearing

Like why the hell you smoking? Leave that shit in the 40’s
Split you in half with my lightsaber like the aftermath of a divorcee

The king of the galaxy, I know these pricks are still mad at me
Cos I’m repeating unholy bars like they’re stitching me for blasphemy

I’ll stuff these bars in your brain like a taxidermist
They say my sound ain’t original but I bet you ain’t heard this

Morning or night, know I’m punching kids on Fight Night
Building muscle like protein, they call me the OG

I’ve been rapping since a child like I really started young
But I just sold out my Podcast , I bet your talk show ain’t won

Rapping about the universe, the omniverse, the galaxy
Chilling in the Andromeda, know a couple tryna @ me

I know a couple tens tryna @ me and they want a piece of mine
But I block them all and pass cos, I ain’t dating til 89