Editor, Director

[Verse]
Simmer back down whole ting went erratic (woo)
Yeah, sent a man back down space in the panic
Didn't wanna fight but, didn't wanna have it
Now my serotonin's stuck in all this traffic
Status? Still a cult classic
Whole videos cinematic
Still up in the trap in the attic
Never been a cocaine addict
But the tracks on sniff they were bare problematic
Man I still fear for the reaper
Will lick man down with a headshot
Please cushion my fall for the seizure
Never stand up to the red dot
Send love letters to my dеaler
Laying in a room full of zip locks
Don't ask where mans crеps from
You already know that's dead stock
Get got, got the scene grippsed in a headlock
Then I pull mans legs back
Channelling Sting with a hold like Scorpion Deathlock
Head back, neck snap, Death Drop
Cov man swing with a bat like Red Sox
Everyone swimming to the bottom of the barrel
When the fish gettin' shell shocked
Ghost face but I feel fine
Strangling clocks when I kill time
Now all of my business streamlined
And investment shares showing green lines
Got fingers in pies fuck a key lime
I'll eat an MC when it's mealtime
Can't tell a man stop on the bee line
Chillin on the Brooklyn Bridge in the mean time

[Interlude]
Dr. Yasmin skit

[Verse Continued]
Telling me me what I'm telling ya
Girl she nothing but regular
Promise I'm gonna dip cos
My lady ain't been a settler
Fuckin off everybody
That holla me on a regular
Sorry not feeling better
Tomorrow promise I'm bellin' ya
Meddling with the medicine
Deading all my competitors
Everyone acting alien
Bruddah I be the predator
Reckoning you're the reckoner
Nothing but an et cetera
When I ain't shoot my video
Know that I be the Editor, Director