Convert

[Verse 1]
Flow ain't tense, i'm waterbending
Keep shit real, I'm not pretending
On my own, I'm nondependent, booth like Futurama bender
Pilot, suicidal bars, doors on suicidal cars
Either way I'm wrecking engines, only way to get attention
You bitches flexing when your pockets anorexic
My wallet pecs impeccable, you fools ain't even peckish
Put in work, I gotta feast, all my boys know I'm a beast
Guilty of a lot of shit but know I'm never making pleas

[Hook]
Know I had to work
Came up from the dirt
Filthy looking shirt
Momma's empty purse
Know I had to work
Get rid of the curse
Sitting through the hurt
See how I convert

[Verse 2]
Scum, disease-ridden mental, get it from my kinfolk
Know it lead to rapping, got the paper from that pencil
Firing shots like marksmens, and y'all getting shook like Parkinson's
Writing past the margin, on the table you can't box me in
Darkest sins within my heart
My skin isn't showing scars
Rough like armored prison guards
Harmed and callused, it turned hard
Vision blurry when you, look at me I'm fucking radiant
I am not gluttonous, I always split the pie/pi like radians
Keep my circle tight, it's gotta stay at tiny radius
Grade A dank we pass around, we getting fade like gradient
Don't want no fade i want more pay, ain't shit left to contemplate
I got the plan, I lost my manners, Mantis boutta get the cake
Extra bread like baker's dozen, used to be a ragamuffin
Watched toy story VHS, now all of my tapes are buzzing
Tryna get honeys, can't resist like I'm a bumblebee
Still roll in the desert with my homies like a tumbleweed

[Hook]
Know I had to work
Came up from the dirt
Filthy looking shirt
Momma's empty purse
Know I had to work
Get rid of the curse
Sitting through the hurt
See how I convert

[Verse 3]
Your dream is booze, a vape pen, and new gleamy shirts from Gucci
I'd rather see Japan, go eat sashimi, perfect sushi
And some creamy mochi with authentic potent sake potions
Finger always high noon, like the hands on watch are broken
Getting tan while basking in the sun rays of the eastern lands
Fly as fuck, I can't come down, I never land like Peter Pan
People think they're tricking like they got me on hook, line, and sinker
Rookies wanna spar, prepare your death bell, no tinker
I'm not talking beauty, mean church service for you dead ringers
Work the graveyard shift, 'cause the shifty shit you said lingers
Pray for passage safely by a boat, no Belafonte
Go bananas since day 0, so in hell you gotta stay
Elephantom, like a mammoth, big but can't touch hands with
Tusks to gut you, body wearing tux but it's no marriage
In the carriage to the perished lands the Devil's property
That's the kind of treatment you will get if you try stopping me