Roundtable

Sigma Strange
(Verse 1)

Right on my way to ascension
Don’t need a Glock with extensions
Got my angels for protection
They always sending me blessings
All of my niggas some legends
Should’ve been dead but I’m destined
Yeah, sentiments all in my sediments
Gosha Rubinsky and Vetements never been relevent
One with the elements I got the S on my letterman, yeah
It’s time to get down with insurgents
This is that fuckin' resurgence
Shit is so urgent
Living my life with a purpose
Cutting the head off a serpent
Devil lies under the surface causing disturbance
Nigga not making me nervous
Hope you get what you deserve and it was all worth it when you go burn in a furnace

(Hook)
TEC made him jerk, blood on my shirt
Came a long way from the dirt
I know my worth, going berserk
When in doubt make this shit work
Smoking an eighth of that herb
All my drugs came from the Earth
You tappin' out, I’m tappin' in
Now your boy toasted at work

Pull out the lot like skrrrt
Post on your block like yerrr
Plug hit my phone, chirp
Pull up and gimme the work
My bitch is bad OK
But I meant to say okuuurt
Read his ass like a blurb
Hit him right where it’ll hurt
Thought I fell off, but I think not
Yeah, I’ve been putting in work

(Verse 2)
She got the curse of curves
Bitch, I’ve been cursed, period
Nah, I’m just black, Sirius
Not even lit, and I’m killing it
I do not know what a ceiling is
But I make her look back when I’m hittin' it
Got me bussin' at the seams, yeah
I’m just getting out my dreams, hey
Shorty can’t fuck on my team, yeah
Scream when she fuckin' on me
Don’t have to fear a disease
I was whipping up recipes
Was off them amphetamines
But that ain’t the life for me

(Hook)
TEC made him jerk, blood on my shirt
Came a long way from the dirt
I know my worth, going berserk
When in doubt make this shit work
Smoking an eighth of that herb
All my drugs came from the Earth
You tappin' out, I’m tappin' in
Now your boy toasted at work

Pull out the lot like skrrrt
Post on your block like yerrr
Plug hit my phone, chirp
Pull up and gimme the work
My bitch is bad OK
But I meant to say okuuurt
Read his ass like a blurb
Hit him right where it’ll hurt
Thought I fell off, but I think not
Yeah, I’ve been putting in work work work

Saint Noir
(Verse 3)

Louie Fendi Prada on me feeling Yamagucci
Skate on 12 like Chad Muska in the fuckin' hooptie
Catch me coolin' smokin' doobies right outside of Zumiez
If you don't like it nigga you can fuckin' sue me
I can feel the evil flowin' in my melanin
Through my skeleton
Still I'm tryna be a better man
Still make a nigga do running man
Wanna-be felons turn they knees to gelatin
Bitch nigga fuck ya plays, you irrelevant
In the field making plays
Caking up like Entenmann's

Yeeevs
(Verse 4)

With this blade on my back I’m Itachi
Original to the soul, all these niggas copy
All my sons all my seeds like they poppy
My disk destructo, your disk is floppy
Posted with the Switch on my hip like a glocky
My sauce is endless, your fits are sloppy
Do the dash booted up like Ricky Bobby
Flow is so firm, everybody else lousy
Screaming "Fuck the system"
I'm a rebel like Rowdy
Carter 3 bumpin' while we rollin' up the loudy
I don’t even rap
I just hate when people doubt me
All this negativity got my aura cloudy
In need of cleansing
Get away for a year (what)
Whip the steering wheel
While I’m posted with my peers
I’m just living it up
Claiming this life as mine
I’m in a state of mind
Everything is a sign
Everything is alive
Flow is one of a kind
Way ahead of my time, yeah
Got that light with lime, yeah
Put here to rhyme, yeah
I’m so alive, yeah I’m so alive, yeah

Tetra
(Verse 5)

Maserati boy, never been a real tuner boy
Only for the looks
Shopping Beamer, Benz, and Bentley boy
Got a sweet chin
Not a mothafuckin' boy toy
Quit with all the cappin'
You a mothafuckin' decoy
Correctin' all ya manners
I be stepping like a b-boy
Lookin' for your errors
I'ma catch you off a read, boy
Chakras on a hunnit
I be glowing like my ki boy
Looking for the answers
I'm the mothafuckin' key boy
Thinkin' offa' power
I'ma blow up like Vegeta boy
Demons on my shoulder
Got an M just like Dabura boy
Cuttin' through the masses
Got militia of a Russian boy
Maneuver through the system
Cut the bullshit like a baby boy

(Outro)
Name dropping nonsense
Livid in my conscious
Feeling little nauseous
Ignore it like I'm pompous
Looking for no nonsense
Building for some options
Keep me in your watchlist
Go ahead and watch this