[Intro: Ovrkast.]
Yeah, listen, check
Wait, yo
[Verse 1: Ovrkast.]
My brother heavy off them leaves, coughing
No mask wearing, see he ready for a sneeze often
Wipe your nose and leave your head at where your feet
I can’t look him in the eye for too long
He too long gone for me to get him back to woosah
He’s too Sean Paul, hot as baking sheets in Tuscan
And I can’t give him this little light of mine
Brodie wasn’t taking that payment
If it was dotted line; he handed cash only
Fitted mags, fitted trash bags and gas only
See he finna crash and he’ll gеt to spazzin’
If I call him on his phone
No Instagram, but he fit fifty grams into his coat
He been a fan of mе, he busy fanning out the dope
Yeah, the bandman with hands hanging out the door, so duck down, yo
I’m from the town where it get shut the fuck down if the party too lit
They play it up and run it down like an artery, bitch, i’m gone
Yeah, check
[Interlude: MESSIAH!]
Yeah, the one and only
You know me
Yeah
[Verse 2: MESSIAH!]
Swinging for fences like a lynching, but I ain’t breathless
Me and four henchmen turned to horsemen inside that silver whip
Perk up and listen, it’s important you niggas get it
I fell off the porch and made a portrait out of the skin I ripped
That gold that you sporting couldn’t stand the heat of this kitchen for a minute
I don’t wish it, I go get it
I don’t trip on shit, I pivot
Treat this benjy chasing shit like the Olympics
It ain’t bout who finish first, it’s bout who finished when they finish, nigga
I been buying freedom on a five finger discount
Trying to find my Eden in a bitch mouth
I done bit the pit out of the apple
God forgive me on this risky route
Limping out of battle battered but i ain’t throw in no towel
I been really living out my Casanova curse
Had to cleanse my soul in the city, got this cash out the dirt
Been back and forth out of church, i’m sagging Sergio sweats
I’m acting bad, getting worse by the second, word to my dead
I heard they said we was 3/5ths, so i’m bagging up 3.5s
Told her bring a fifth third, drop a check like the ink hot
Belichick of the eastside, for real
I could teach a third string how to beat they feet right, it’s not a drill
It’s me, you hear me? Yeah
[Verse 3: MAVI]
Yeah, yeah
The trophy a guilded husk of my trunk slipping, getting it on the shelf
Scribble my Hancock, drunk saving anyone but myself
Trying on hand me down love, couldn’t fit it without the belt
Couldn’t win it without the title i’m lifting above my head
She flipping it into leverage, i’m sitting right over left
Slick sickened by palms extended, I get it hand over fist
Hand over bliss, get nothing back
Mama get pissed with every other track
I gave you shit, where you come up with that?
I stumble back, confront retract
Construct my path from nothing blackness
Everything and nothing at all
Without standing on these niggas carcass, I don’t think I love being tall
I’m everything except a someone to call
I’m crumbling dawg, i’m mumbling psalms
Another withdrawal, the muscles I lost
The weight that I carry, I may be your therapist
Once you hate me, a terrorist, not your savior
Bearing this as a lazy comparison
Need a date for the Ferris wheel, i’m lonely
Built a costra nostra with my homies
When I overdosed, they was who drove me
The city share my shoulders with this monkey
Trusty sword ain’t getting dull or rusty, trust me
I was in the bucket on that one shit, hunting
Now i’m shopping luxury and clutching
Glove switched, shoe fit
Point the laser at myself like “please don’t make me do this”
I done skipped school less times than I have my funeral
Yeah, my halo fit me with some room to grow
Tryna carry shit up the steps like I work at Rooms To Go
Roots at home, street credit paid my student loans
Shit settled, Mitch said to never use this phone
Assuming roles of a champion from loser mold
First the Moma, then the Nobu for a sushi roll, usual
If you could go then nigga you would know
You neutral, then really you should roll
Drifting spin then lose control
Mavi, the mayor
