Icarus

[Verse 1: Blvck Svm] Pockets filled with Doritos, Cheetos, Fritos Foenem keep potato on barrel, he not a fan of the keto Gucci socks with the tiger at different lengths, I rock them like Kerry Kittles Maraca up on my wrist full of tropical berry Skittles Every verse I write is loaded with riddles, annotations a labyrinth Better take that new decoder ring up out of the packaging Bank averaging dummy numbers from my rhyme trafficking Word of mouth got my name spreading like pathogen Flow flu-like, check it just to make sure every screw tight Brought the flames, niggas started seeing me in a new light Now I’m getting looks but I don’t return them Icarus’ overconfidence burned him when he ain’t flew right Don’t get it twisted, still fly, but I watch for the sun Before I get what I envisioned it’s a lot to be done I treat every new recording like a block to be spun I pop shit on pop filters, I’m off-kilter Leave them Swiss cheesed, match a Supreme hoodie cost 6 G’s Posted it on Grailed, got multiple offers swiftly Probably gonna keep her, I’m steezy reaper I scribble my 16s with a scythe just to cut deeper The handle designer, so is the blade Put an axe to my fade, I keep my cranium shaved, I like my grass low The crib inverted with marble ceilings and glass floors The walls whiter than demographic at Bass Pro Learned the game from a chainless villain When I’m writing it be feeling like I’m right there with him Miss him greatly but that energy is never destroyed When I meet him in the next I hope he wanna do a track with the boy