Eden (Intro)
Pull the paci out, run ya mouth bitch I dare you to speak
Pull a Meek I'll geek out
Females flock and the geese they Lyft south
Uber gang opens sunroofs with fists out
Ooh so nonchalantly, shoplift a synch
I'd let Margot rob me, so shiny award me like Vince Lombardi
Venom flows my veins, peep Tom, but hardly
Good luck, you suck, and I'm better than most
In ten years at a food truck on the side of the road
Some pot in the bowl, I'm hot in the holster
Chop chop, turn a shoulder
Got em plotting them 0's
I'm flocking the ghosts, I'll line em all up in a post
And shoot em all in the throat
So I can't hear them fucking moan with another known ass flow
I'm Kodak tho, I'll take a pic of your imaginary sold out shows
Run the clock and I'll pop like a clock spring
Make the glock sing, everybody drops things
Hear the pot sing, it's the tea, spill on your new jeans
I'm the guy, get a clue g
I'm alive, feeling Bruce Lee, get a drop kick to your goatee
Not the old me, bitch I'm new me, thought you knew me
Flew the scene once you found it was me
In the garden of eden, hang a tire swing on the tree
Rotten fruit at your feet, what is happening to me?
They telling to me, they want more melody and less bars
Cause their subpar brains only go so far, man you ain't that smart
Leave the thinking to Harvard
I'll just hop in the car headed straight to the sand
Make a couple grand off Bad Love in advance
Feeling bad for your fans, they migrating as planned
Never put out my hand, I did it all by myself, bitch
Pull a Meek I'll geek out
Females flock and the geese they Lyft south
Uber gang opens sunroofs with fists out
Ooh so nonchalantly, shoplift a synch
I'd let Margot rob me, so shiny award me like Vince Lombardi
Venom flows my veins, peep Tom, but hardly
Good luck, you suck, and I'm better than most
In ten years at a food truck on the side of the road
Some pot in the bowl, I'm hot in the holster
Chop chop, turn a shoulder
Got em plotting them 0's
I'm flocking the ghosts, I'll line em all up in a post
And shoot em all in the throat
So I can't hear them fucking moan with another known ass flow
I'm Kodak tho, I'll take a pic of your imaginary sold out shows
Run the clock and I'll pop like a clock spring
Make the glock sing, everybody drops things
Hear the pot sing, it's the tea, spill on your new jeans
I'm the guy, get a clue g
I'm alive, feeling Bruce Lee, get a drop kick to your goatee
Not the old me, bitch I'm new me, thought you knew me
Flew the scene once you found it was me
In the garden of eden, hang a tire swing on the tree
Rotten fruit at your feet, what is happening to me?
They telling to me, they want more melody and less bars
Cause their subpar brains only go so far, man you ain't that smart
Leave the thinking to Harvard
I'll just hop in the car headed straight to the sand
Make a couple grand off Bad Love in advance
Feeling bad for your fans, they migrating as planned
Never put out my hand, I did it all by myself, bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Gian Campopiano
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