[ Featuring Lil Heart ]
Sketchy people in my brain
Causing me to think insane
Parasites up in my lane
Call up mr walkaway
Disinfect me with the blade
Creeping in the night
We know where you stay
Got nowhere to hide
Watch your back, aye
I feel like dying
Homicides
All these bitches crying
Bagging bread, twisting and tying
Never listen to these hoes lying
Hitting ice cold timing
I feel like gold shining, I'm flying
Yuh
Sad, watch me side wind
Blind? Fine
I'll be infinite
Sign of the high tides
Better act right
Bitch I am the Venomite
Testing me, you finna fight?
Got my shoes tied tighter than the curb you bouta bite
Rolling up a blunt to smoke some columbine
Waited bout a month for shit to drop so I could show them what is in my mind
Harvesting these paradigms and throw them in my f*cking rhymes
These bitches cling like parasites
I make them wet like totodile
Only once the drugs are gone?
Like, bitch, I never drain supply
Asking for another bump?
The rocket pad contain a pile
Sweating like a veteran it turn my stomach bile
I been enjoying it down in my holding cell
I will await for the bell as I'm dying
