Wok

Chorus/
Im a man of intrigue
Posted like a sentry
Loser of the century
Ego had an injury
Think i need a medic
Dyin for my credit
Ask me where im headed
Stop before i said it
Nowhere x9
Dont love me cuz i’ll fuck it up
Dont send beats cuz i’ll fuck it up
Pull up to the scene and i’ll fuck it up
I know what youre thinkin when you look at us
Verse/
L-o-s-e-r
I just bought dope in vr
Rollin cones gotta stretch the weed far
3 to head like a halo b-r (battle rifle)
Strapped up no keytar not me my g’s are they will go full retard
Youre not quite where we are
Can't possibly be gnar we’re in there no keycard
My demons sthey come out
When i least expect it
Im lookin in the mirror and no image is reflected
You have to be naive to not believe that were connected
Not vibin with your energy i instantly regret it
Steal the show boy i steal the show
Rain or snow boy but still i show
Every bar’s a quote Im the city goat
Flaco Where’d you go x2