SLUNE

Verse 1
I ain’t ever have a word, I’m jot it down I quote
Ima Jack it like the coat, run the rackets on approach
Broke the bracket I supposed, spit a ring of fire gumbelia stomping on the coast
A supplier , pumping all the gas I’m coughin up the smoke

Bet I spar w/ the devil , beat the demon on the rise
Kept it even, trynna mind balance self w human kind
How manage it, a marvelous surprise, all the heat pressure coming to a climb
Dropping diamonds, evеry drop, drop the cops if they do crime

Ain't buy no gucci fit or louiе suit instead bought her the 9
In a world of illusion just a twilight zone
I’m demonstrating how to manifest & spit up gold
Got sicko mode, I feel like what Travis holds

This year I faced a lot, never cowered strayed from the throne
Gathering this power, doing shit can’t lower my tone
I’m air to throne, bending possibilities by a pulse
Breathing god tier releasing all fear

W some odd peers i steer roam w the craft on this Pegasus
My life’s predicament was set by this prejudice & pride
To be the best poet , spitting ill written’s cross the sky
If I jump will I survive

Verse 2 ( Bub Styles )
On the curb wit the battleaxe
The judge hit em wit time served it’s rats or a bag attached
My gramps served out the Cadillac
I push the shit his docs pushed for his cataracts

This privileged white bitch hittin me wit matter facts
Bitch matter fact, ima need them Jordan shattereds back
And the pack, every time I give her work to bag she come back wit a different product in a scattered batch
Think she too slick

Loose lips, my crew thick, more workers on this wave than a cruise ship
My shooter coke line lookin like a pool stick
Carhartt dipped, you thought his hammer out the toolkit
Private number calling never get past the who dis?

It’s him, my lost ties not supposed to win
Big body dope seller wit a jokers grin
It panned out my scope focused in