The Precipice

[Intro] So I took it, haha, big up to K7, man, RIP, my nigga, Marc' [Chorus] A nigga scripted, wax upon racks watch me lift it Like a MAC spraying turning 360 This that retina for a retina, Old Testament Bill Bixby green excellence, exodus Bless the clips You could bet I’m on the precipice, uh You could bet I’m on the precipice, nigga [Verse 1] The flow switchin' like an undercurrent Under current conditions, from bricks I wrote a sermon From Eastern and Burton, dust off ether I’m lurkin' Gust off Miami Beach, Augusta Peach twerkin' (Get it, baby) The SK’ll make him lean, don’t need that syrup worked in Fresh paint that’s I how I bleed, nigga, watch me nurse it Ruger never jammed, I could write my name in cursive I came off Joy Road where it’s no happiness for certain (Nope) Rockin' Timbs in the summer got the extra clips inserted You behold a spectacle, my tech glow introverted Coughin' on ya coffin, Lord, I wrote a church of verses Got bodies on his hand like a hoard of hospice nurses I cop the land, Louisiana Purchase The Igloo trichomes, the cyclone herbalist Big stalk I burn a crisp, Bluefin tuna dish Whiskin' that gelato, smoke cloud Kilimanjaro Slugs fly thru your pumpkin top, sleepy hollows, nigga!!!!!! [Chorus] A nigga scripted, wax upon racks watch me lift it Like a MAC spraying turning 360 This that retina for a retina, Old Testament Bill Bixby green excellence, exodus Bless the clips You could bet I’m on the precipice, uh You could bet I’m on the precipice, yeah [Verse 2] Soprano Dreams, more beans, it’s more ops For Ronald Green, gut a pig that’s a pork chop I told you he a devil, that’s a warlock He was in the Chevy when the Lord knocked ….Coretta Scott ….Queen on my arm locked I’m 2 chess moves ahead, I catch a thief at the pawn shop Short barrel and a longshot, long barrel and a short plot Scorched his route (Boom) YOU don’t even buy that bullshit you pouring out Foreign account, I’ma fly off shore for an account …….Labels tried to sway me, tried to pry me out Sabre tooth tiger couch on my rider now (Gimme that) I’m high as ever lemme fly you out (Let's go) This the riot house, Otis Perry the grimy route I had the will to move a iron mount Your living will couldn’t cover my prior house Let’s line 'em out I cold case your entire worth then buy the hearse Long stick, Willie Mitch on the drumwork [Outro] Marc' made it, nigga