[Part 1]


[Verse]
For the people who haven’t heard of me
Search for me in a Guinness hat & a jacket that’s burgundy
I’m the kind of guy who will lay a sixteen with certainty
I kill the track, I murk the beat, any synonym works for me
Used to the kid sitting by himself
Now I try to melt the finest, well the heat’s how you define a hell
Move if you mind the smell of smoke, I can tell
Get out the kitchen, but you know it’s where Midas dwells
Five Star textbook, best cook
Lеft hook with the bars always leave your hеad shook
I'm only going up, like how you always flex wood
Come fly with the rockets, it’s a fast break, Westbrook
Scorching like ever hectic fever
Jay make fakes shake like an epileptic seizure
Your flows inertia, the walking taking heater
A Canis Lupus killing in the game, no feature
I’ve spent my time tryna master the art of bar saliva
Got the strength & heat endurance of carbon fibre
Far from minor, start the timer, I discard the liars
You got the spark of a lighter I come with larger fires
Stuck thinking bout some gutter dreams
Butter schemes, snappy like shutter speeds & other things
Flow wetter than a cummer’s dreams
A fire man, you spit at me it’s Kerosene

[Chorus]
Ayo
Try lies get pulverised in night skies
The nice guys getting shot down like drivebys
A wise guy, say I’m bite sized likewise
Fly by, welcome to the new wave, call it the High Tide
Try lies get pulverised in night skies
The nice guys gettin shot down like drivebys
A wise guy, say I’m bite sized likewise
Fly by, welcome to the new wave call it the-
Gunshot

[Part 2]


[Chorus: Kirk Knight + Joey Bada$$ (Sample - 5 Minutes)]
I got some problems that I can't get away from
If all else fails, know I got my day ones
I got five on it, keep a n***a face numb
Fuck five on it, keep a n***a face numb
I got some problems that I can't get away from
If all else fails, know I got my day ones
I got five on it, keep a n***a face numb
Fuck five on it...

[Verse]
My pen got hornier and hornier
It loves to tell the paper “Bitch I’ll stick more in ya & more in ya”
Liquid sword warrior you can’t believe your Cornea
These other cunts are cornier, I’m more eager, drop bombs in your ears
I blot some tracks while you tryna cop some packs
We need to stop and stack, before we all flop from slack
These rotten acts cannot adapt to these rap attacks
Cunts love to FRONT but they really need to watch their BACK
Critics love the surface level kissing the tip
Witness the shift, going hard like I’m stiff in this bitch
You stagger zero minutes in, I’m menacing with the pen and swift
Excellent, label songs with an XL in
Jay Capone, I see you stay stoned, Medusa shit
Chuck the deuce ya shit, used to it, cunt I’m just looking for gruesome spit
The kind when the fuse lit, gritty rap exclusivist
No inclusive list, truth is these new kids too sick