[Verse 1: King Iso]

Ay, sorry for the hold up Blezzed
Like Jack hit the road and got more depressed
I did show after show and got a load of stress
And had to unload it like every time I had to load up tecs
I went broke, made sales, Motorola flex
Couldn’t afford a breakfast to a bowl of Chex
And boatload of hoes fanning like Dakota, yep
But now my chain shining, looking hella solar-plexus
Anybody think I’m loosing, they be so correct
But Imma come and get it back because owe a debt
I go collect and I ain’t talking phones unless
[…] phoney, I’m so direct
Fuck a sixteen, get a .44 for threat
She pose but both your arms will be over chest
And I come to your wake like, are you woke or dead
And hit you dead in your shit, like open chest
I’m sicker than the corona mixed with ebola, bet
You wouldn’t wanna have a problem, my soul a vet
And I ain’t talkin bout the drop top foreign yet
But I put your dogs down, yeah I’m so a vet
That’s why I’m through the bullshit, I could be so upset
Cause I’m a ticking time bomb
With the wicked N9ne one
Frk-frk mind drum
When I spit a rhyme y’all like: „Iso, why you haven’t blow up yet?“
And if you sleeping on me, rest in peace, bro you dead
On my lap is a resting piece, holding leg
Insomnia, I can’t even rest, I need to go to bed
But ain’t no rest for the wicked my homie said
In 2020 did a number, oh my god it was a bummer
Couldn’t tour over the summer, rip and Kobe’s dead
It’s fucked up though, yeah, like the cut throat
But I gotta think about it, I made it
Iso is blessed, real shit
[Verse 2: Blezzed]