WRAITH

[Intro: dread scott]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: dread scott]
God particle flow, I start calm then I blow
My dawgs already know, I say "Salam" to my folks
The cops knocking the door, who got caught with a O
We pop, drop 'em and roll, my block hot as the stove
From IEDs that body teens and hardly leave 'em comatose
If it's poverty, it's probably a reason for them ghosts
Too common a robbery for sovereignty and I don't mean to boast
I waited in bread lines to get mine, so I'm used to holding toast
I toss a stone through a drone, let it be known that my arm is deadly
Glocks and semis, more guns in the air than Islamic weddings
Calm and steady, I rarely gossip 'cause it's toxic
If it's problems, only option is to rock and drop his noggin
Tell me, who as hot as I am? dread scott, he been a giant
Pull up on the queen grave and I rip out her fucking diamonds
Perfect timing when I'm arriving, type of shit that I be rhyming
Ain't what they wanna see you like, comment or subscribing
See the light like I was Common, I'm just dropping common knowledge
Every 1-6 I spit start more shit than mobbing congress
It's often lawless, my job is to pen a novel to a novice
Mic tight, I grip the pen just like it's tied to where my palm is
It's appalling, how my people often starving
I promise by any means, them enemies will be lying where Allah is
​dread

[Verse 2: Young Wabo]
I don't write in time, I leave a signature
See that bat in the sky, that's my insignia
Only difference is I wouldn't talk to Gordon
Jansportin' courting something important for my demon sorting
Toting a foreign, this Russian get to census shorting
Fox News informing like informants
Eyes in the skies aligning algorithms in accordance
We used to sacrifice for Jordan's
Now I'm praying for, uh, now I'm praying for, uh
Now I'm praying for Lebanon, Palestine and Jordan
So you can kick rocks, I'm tired of contortion
The man done manned up, this is straight extortion
Got niggas tryna bear arms like that'll stop a drone
Shout-out Basquiat of Bars, niggas Warhol on a microphone
You should've known W-A-B-O, don't use my name in vain
Make a bitch atone, catch twenty-two- ah, fuck!