[Verse 1: Clayton Jennings]
Pretty face, still a Boondock Saint
Get the strap and the names of the rapists and snakes
Bullet buffet, you demons all get a taste
People start to panic 'cause they think I'm going manic
Connor and Murphy MacManus
We can all go bananas
Bullets to their kneecaps, I knew they couldn't stand us
People talking tough, still can't wreck me
Hitting my page is the only time that they press me
A boss in my city
Like A.I. in Philly
I keep it clean with the lyrics but every syllable's filthy
Bipolar is a beast for me
No chance of beating mе
At war with the thoughts I think
And it happens constantly
You're not my tеacher, so you better quit testing me
Cancel culture just got canceled out by destiny
Idolize your idol, pray to God that it's not me
Tank in neutral is the only time that I'm idling
Manic in mania, just know that I love it
I jump in and gun it
Zero to Indy 500
Just know that we're coming...
Yeah, just know that we're coming...
[Verse 2: Blake Whiteley]
They follow me in the apps
They really like it 'cause I can hit with the raps
I give 'em truth followed up with the facts
That's with an "F", the lowest grade in the class, look
Say you didn't think it would last?
They buy a demo to throw away in the trash
I used to get mad, but that was in the past
Now I use it as motivation to tell myself to relax
'Cause that ain't no way to act
I'm in a room but all the way in the back
Up on the math and learning how to add
In doing that, it really showed me who I need to subtract, yeah
Focusing on the craft
I remember when everybody would laugh
You're just a bum falling between the cracks
You in the crowd, I tell 'em to fill the gaps, look
Know the lyrics to every track
I pay tithe and twenty percent tax
I get paid to put it on wax
Learn from mistakes and dodge all the traps, look
They like, "Where the fun in that?"
Raise 'em up right, they always come runnin' back
Never know the pressure, we living under attack
Lord, give me direction I never get from a map
Now I got strength I never knew that I had
The Holy Spirit's working when everything's looking bad
When I don't feel like it, He's helping me to adapt
Can you tell me where I fit in all of that?
It's not me, He is all that I have
He won't pass, and as a matter of fact
He'll never got a job using a pen and a pad
I see you headed down a really wrong path
But God
I ain't ever felt so alive
Heads up, I'ma kill it 'til they know the vibe
Lookin' surprised, I'ma tell you why
He'll use the least of us to show the wise