Interlude (Inertia OG)

[Intro]

Ahem

Yeah, yeah

Ahem

Yeah

[Verse 1]

I've been a god way before a synagogue

Liquor drops used to hit the spot like a cinder block

This is not what you wanted, but this is what you got, you live with what you got

Elixir that I'm mixin' like I'm in the kitchen whippin' rock

I'm in the spot like the middle of a prison box

And you ain't nothin' to the planet but a little dot

That's underneath the water like the line that's on a fishin' rod

Simple thoughts got me itchin' like the chickenpox

Knitted socks, with fingers tryna scratch a lotto ticket off

When I made it, I was gеttin' all the bitches off

See, I was faded, now I'm countin' up thе minutes lost

I throw 'em back like opponents hit a homer

My mind, it holds explosion like a pose that's on a poster, yeah

I'm out the holster with it

I overdid it like the way the roller coaster spinnin', homie, that's inertia, yeah

I'm the moon to the sun how I birth ya

Turn ya back to your old ways, reverse ya, curse ya, witchcraft

You get nothin' but a whole lot of nothin' with your motherfuckin' bitch ass

You simple as a whistle, never pick a side

Shit, you always in the middle, you never down to ride

I was high like I'm born to fly

Never die, I'm immortalized, here before ya eyes

[Interlude]

Mm, haha

Let me hear that

Yeah

Well, well, well, well

Mhm

[Verse 2]

Lord of the flyest, I is your highness

And no diamond when the shine ultraviolet

You on your bullshit, I'm on assignment

And I be on it like a stylus on a PalmPilot

I'm God's finest work, this way beyond timeless

Copped the new presidential Rollie, keep the watch silent

'Cause everybody tickin' me off

I got the world with her legs open, lickin' the box, well

She home wet, sweatin' me for phone sex

Don't stress, daddy'll be home soon

And assume I'm down low with the post moves

I come through and hit the hole like Jones-Drew, shit

My old bitch is old news, but add fuel to fire, what I don't do, mhm

I just kick it with the homies like I'm supposed to

And we go back like gold hoops

Alright, the cold feelin', bone chillin', borderline dope dealin'

I'm goin' up with no ceilin', shit

Out of body, got my soul swimmin'

No different, good head keep my toes twitchin'

You know Larry been fishin' since he in the womb

This the scoop up the Big Dipper, you the little spoon

Went from invisible and minuscule to invincible, dancin' with the Benes moves

I made a million and it killed me, my second million got me motherfuckin' filthy

You ain't nothin' 'til you die and come back to life iller

They haven't made a motherfucker realer, Mr. Miller