[Intro]
“Hey y’all, I got a great new album in the mail today.”

[Intro: Ransom]
Yeah
So beautiful, man
So beautiful
Damn, Craven
The fuck
Making me feel like Melvin & the Blue Notes or some shit
Yeah, I’m Melvin though, n***a
Ha ha ha ha

[Verse 1]
Stay in your place, young man, you are not in my league
I’m bearing arms like when my mother tied knots in my sleeves
You got to believe we getting drunk on the yacht to Belize
Or at the lanes with ten on the stallion, ain’t no shot at defeat
I get a fiend a hundred dollars to polish the V’s
Then off to the Four Seasons, y’all n***as pour Seagrams
My n***as laying with models fresh from the Norwegians (facts)
Talking these languages from a lost region
And all my whores vegan, you can’t at all meet them
Couldn’t draw interest before, looks like the score’s even
Put a price on your father, I can’t afford treason
He’ll be a dead man walking, somebody call Negan
Violence on this elegant instrumental’s a strong reason
Time is probably most quintessential when you in long grieving
Got to know it’s all in your mental, we all fought demons
I don’t want them thoughts in my temple, I’m just a lost heathen
[Interlude]
Yeah
I’m trying to find myself though
Man
You know
Life just prepares you for dying, man
But until then, I’m living

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no complaining when it comes to these struggles, I had it more than others
Foster homes, sleeping on floors, and balling for some covers
You’s a social media baby, lazy to call your mother
Wishing happy birthday to Future but won’t support your brothers
Somewhere across the line, I think we lost each other
I was thinking the coldest thoughts before we lost the summer
I took your wifey to cruise career
Souvenirs, lower body, lips, some tits, and some new veneers
Who would dare, you flooded your diamonds but get your Uber shared
You’re super weird, you’re dead on these streets, let’s get your suit prepared
Before these clippers remove your beard
I’m a bully in real life, not that computer fear

[Outro]
“This is a fantastic album, man. Let me borrow it.”
“No, my brother. You got to buy your own.”