Man It's f*ckin' four o'clock in the morning, I gotta wake up early as f*ck tomorrow, you know
F*ck it, that's what it's all about
Haha, shit
Pockets so moldy from all of the blue cheese
Glock on my nine and a Tec on my three and they know I'm the one with this two piece
I get to the chicken and fry niggas up like I was just putting em through grease
I make niggas dance and send them to the stars, just like the show on the TV
Giving shots out like they freebies
Hand on the piece like a treaty
I take all their bread like I'm greedy
They all in my mentions
But when I get to pressing they treat me like Freddy, they don't wanna see me
Not in their wildest dreams they could beat me
I just might pop them like I am some 3D
He gon' catch these clips like the movie he seeing
Body laid out like he wiped out from skiing
DNR on that nigga that stopped breathing
GPS to his bitch's the same evening
Show her that I just reduced him to atoms
Then took that bitch to the garden of Eden
Motorboat her then she swallow my semen
She make it look easy, she really a demon
She make it look easy, she really a demon
She really a demon
She said that my voice is angelic and that it takes her to high places when she get to hear it
That makes so much sense cause I get on these beats and it feels like you're flying when you close your eyes and you really just feel it
You really just feel it, you really just
Wavelengths still on the way
On God