[ Featuring KingTrey ]
I'm in a hoe all the way in her tummy tuckin' 40 bussin' robitussin' sippin' rum
Sent a couple instrumentals over to the latest, greatest independent Svm
Heard his verses, 20 Prada purses writtens spittin' cursive pen and a thumb
Biggest lesson, been reflectin', recollectin' how depression is keepin' me numb
Seein' a text from my momma remind me of trauma I learned from the future
So I'ma pull me the lever and take me and rip out the beautiful beaker
Please, prayin' my family restin' in peace otherwise I'll be in pieces a mess for somebody to clean
The beaker a dangerous thing for you and for me
I said a rip out the beaker gon' help me process all the demons they hidin' inside my closet
I said, rip out the beaker, gon' help me process all the demons, they hidin' inside my closet
458 with a turbo the fastest, I'm on the interstate dashing
I'm tryna make it more aerodynamic my demons are flankin' me
Try not to crash it, try not to do nothin' drastic
Bro got the F&N plastic, foldin' this pocket like origami
Got a new crib, I need more uncommon deer to decorate One-of-one on me no replicate
YSL loafers can check the lace
Vegan lil' Shorty just gave me a hickey
Cause all of these carats on necklace
I need the Moncler coat with the red and the black on the wrist like a checker space
Recently hit me, I gotta dream bigger I'm reachin' my goals at a record pace
Seem like its always a cheddar chase, yeah
Carve out the trap like a jack-o-lantern
Money schedule, it lately could pack a planner
Chains on me, never lackin' banner
And they move when I move like a backup dancer
Jibba callin' me a necromancer 'cause of how I summon up the dead, ay
See me summin' up the bread
Started this shit, I'ma finish it
Look at these demons, they went and just
Took all my innocence, leavin' no witnesses
Keep it cause me and this beaker get intimate
Can't talk down on you, I'm above that shit
The A47, I run that shit
I plot and the label gon' fund that shit
I'm a lil' extra, but they love that shit
And hopefully, niggas that's ridin' with me don't wanna smoke with me
Secretly hopin' the worst don't fold for me
Who's the next out of the city, you know it's me
The way it was written was poetry
So I can't entertain none of the nonsense
Can't entertain a thing until I just process
Hey pass me that
I said a rip out the beaker gon' help me process
All the demons, they hidin' inside my closet
I said a rip out the beaker gon' help me process
All the demons, they hidin' inside my closet
