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[Intro: Kid Wcked]
Uh, yeah
I'm feelin' good right now, bro
Ayy, let's just run it
Yeah (It's what it is, yeah)

[Verse 1: Kid Wcked]
I find it harder to find, in any part of the mind
A lack of heart in the grind, but I'm eating though
It's four-course, the beats and songs and feats
And all the vibes, my core force, do you feel it though?
Feel like synesthesia, my demeanor
Colorization, see hue blows, and watch this (Watch)
Tok this, I lock in, the clock ticks (Clock)
Maybe I should be worried 'bout when I drop this (Drop)
The talk hits, the comments, and I get
Caught in a lie, thinking I'm shit (Uh)
Not deserving of anything I've accomplished
But accumulated a community off this (Nah)
And anybody that could be true to me, lock in
We could be bigger than any part of this art shit
And hats off to all y'all that rock with
Every opportunity I'm taking hoping my shots hit
Talking, like I don't know what I'm saying
Been kicking shit like it's soccer, but I'm a GOAT and I'm playing, it get Messi
I be clean wit' it though, the heat for the cold
I'm flowing, are they peeping it though? They don't get me
Golden child, running tracks? I could go for miles
Kill a beat and then bounce and export the file
Niggas talking, I don't hear a fucking sound
They making noise, but ain't nothin' profound
Been a master, mixing up the genres
Head down, I ain't looking for drama
Looking to be on your playlist, your mamas'
And make a change wit' my bravado
But this ain't no rapping gimmick
Spitting acid, salicylic
Cleanse your palate, have a sip and
Drink it down, I'm 'bout to kill it (Poison)

[Verse 2: Stardust 2000, Kid Wcked, Kid Wcked & ToxiPlays, ToxiPlays]
Go ahead, bring the boys in
Take drugs, enjoy them, back to the point of my existence
Came here to wreck shit with my erection
Pen pessimistic, complemented
From the back hand, what?
Six course meals, when it comes to the passion
Comedy (One), action (Two), writing (Three), the rapping (Four)
With movies (Five), and fashion (Six), wait (Wait)
Let me back in, packing arenas, the stadium stacked
Back in the basement, waiting, being patient
To break on the scene with Colorization, woah
Got a taste of the fame and the glitz and the glam
Panoramic snapshots of the band, goddamn, goddamn
EPMD, back in the business
Push with no limits, new Jimi Hendrix
Ripping shit, Wcked, sample then flip it
Wait, take the sample then flip it
Ugh, you fucking disk jockeys
Kid been too cocky, but who's gonna stop me?
Bitches gon' top me and doin' it sloppy
Young and I'm ornery, wait (Wait)
Young and I'm ornery, I feast on the beat like some fresh calamari, woah

[Verse 3: ToxiPlays]
Hands to the floor
I ain't never smoke, but you'd probably think so 'cause the kid's so dope
I been on a mission to find a vivid definition of gifted demolition flows
Back in my mind like, "How in the hell?"
The fuse going off and the grid could blow
Wcked knows
Chasing the bands like the band that I'm rocking with, I don't need authorization
Blasting a tool in the back of your neck, all a sudden, you losing all colorization
Just a fact, untapped, that backpack rapper gon' air out the damn population
My band is crazy, my nigga, I'm Thor Harris with the sticks
Spinning the blocks, I'm down to let it rip
And if I won't do it, my fam will handle it
I been on a trip to find— (Ayy, what you need?)
Shit, anything to ease the mind
It's gonna work out in time (Tick, tick)
Might swing on a nigga from Vine
​lttr shoulda showed you I'm a rockstar
And at that, I spin back, make 'em flop hard
Tag his tic-tac-toe, now he X'd out
Love the afterlife, gave him a passport (Baow)
I went half of a K on the dashboard (Skrrt)

[Verse 4: Kid Wcked]
Because the drive is different, Kid got conviction
This rapping shit is my damn addiction
Made a band from this shit, wait
I'm crazy, K the coldest, cold call
The cats that rap shit and say they got competition
Take shits on bitches, don't switch positions
Lay low, it's Lilo, bring the animals out, and I'ma give 'em stitches
Oh shit, it's Kid, but spit the wickedest out, so the kid conflicted
Kendrick on this shit, pissed off and dissing
They not like us, 'cause my gods are different (Switch it)
It's all good, we all hood
Gimme the goods, chopping 'em down, niggas all
Woulda, coulda, shoulda, should a nigga pop
Hoodie on the locks, creeping for the stocks
Got me in the ring throwing hooks, taking shots
Bars got 'em faded, drinking on the job
(Feeling like I'm Job) Praying up to Jah
(Kiddy been the GOAT) Take it up with God

[Outro: Kid Wcked]
Aight, cool
I did the thing