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