Sage Mode!

[Chorus: Mir Blackwell]
I just had to tell my new shorty play Tayuya sound when it's time to fuck
I was just out in Indiana with the dino homie, tryna find some luck
I feel like Brock when I be cooking niggas, when I cook a nigga, both eyes are shut
Like a forbade scroll I stay roll, I'm in Sage Mode, looking high as fuck

[Verse 1: Aerial Ace]
Yeah, we lighting up, niggas think we lacking, better wisen up
New gen gotta keep your iron tucked
New gen thinking they can rival us
Which bad bitch fucking sized you up
Pass sun and moon, we keep the cycle up
My sight on her got her vitals touched
Like a fucking Hyuga
You can get it too with the ruger
Niggas nowadays wanna gatekeep rap, I pin in thе pad, no Jirayia
My Will is on Fire, everybody can seem as a bеast, if a tall tale is acquired
All fails, you retired, call Bail, I naw nail in a dire, palm gale
When I slide on you motherfucking peons, extended cut on my clip like Hidan

[Verse 2: Mir Blackwell]
Homie Shiro, he proded the beat, and I'm just like on god, I'mma slide with the feat on
I might just hit Tsukuyomi, and tell all his homies, I'm not who you sleep on
My homies be on some shit, but it's not the same shit that you bitch Ninjas be on
I'm from the land of the dead, if you ain't seeing red, then, my brother, you see wrong
OK, alright! One sign away from talking my shit
Jinchuriki, I walk with my bitch, I came for the tail, no Dragon Ball shit like
OK, Edo Tensei, they walking right in
I feel like Uzi, I talk to my friends, to love my brother I fought with my kin like

[Chorus: Aerial Ace & Mir Blackwell]
I just had to tell my new shorty play Tayuya sound when it's time to fuck
I was just in Louisiana with the flyest nigga, tryna find some bucks
I feel like Brock when I be cooking niggas, when I cook a nigga, both eyes are shut
Like a forbade scroll I stay roll, I'm in Sage Mode, looking high as fuck

[Verse 3: Mir Blackwell]
Who on your team really Kage level
I can really get 'em gone 'fore that guy say hello
Got me feeling like Itachi off that high grade petal
'Cause my eyes stay red, and my vibe stay mellow
Got eyes like Tobi and a bitch like Rin
She said hit me fast with that quick lightning
I was in my bag like a Shuriken
Here's an useless fact: I was here at ten like

[Verse 4: Aerial Ace & Mir Blackwell]
Mudding motors, dirt biking
Lead twisting, cursed writing
Send 'em to the horizon
Not one is surviving, sur hyphen
I put bodies to a name, earth silent, perp hiding
Tensei pack got me turf gliding
Sage with the best, I'm prescribing
I lace you merch, get a shirt dye in
Huh? What? Hey!
You niggas try hit this tree, it's a wrap for you
Nigga, look at your attitude, look at your aptitude
I will outfox you half-assing you
I let the Cali mix 'em like it's Malibu
I might just let it hit 'em where it don't shine
Naruto, boy, I'm clowning and surpassing you
I'll be damned if niggas say I don't grind
We can tell who out of focus
Who the hell you tryna hocus
Smoke his pack, he sold it
Run that bitch to the ground - Primary Lotus
Run up on your block with a Kage Bushin
On the Glock, let it pop, and that bitch reloading
You had an open, motherfucker, up smoke and choked it
Got a cig on the scope, come blow this

[Chorus: Mir Blackwell]
I just had to tell my new shorty play Tayuya sound when it's time to fuck
I was just out in Indiana with the dino homie, tryna find some luck
I feel like Brock when I be cooking niggas, when I cook a nigga, both eyes are shut
Like a forbade scroll I stay roll, I'm in Sage Mode, looking high as fuck