I’ll paint you a picture if you tell me where yo van go

Lookin for mysteries door cuz I’m too much to handle

It’s abnormally insane to puff propane

If you liquified my lyrics they’d still be Pro-flame

I know pain like IT was the back of my hand

Now your asking why killer clowns are on the opposite of my palm and clearly don’t understand

So sit down before class begins

My pens Ben in the lions den

Daniel

I’m chillin wit my Ari Cunningham’s and Cocker Spaniels

Pull out your manuals then turn to page female

Watch a movie on the East that Clint’s in then check my email

Burn like Kane

While I’m on the Edge

Take her under

Til this Fiend’s in your head

Burn like Kane

While I’m on the Edge

Take her under

Til this Fiend’s in your head

Get green like a boogie man

Y’all crumble like cookies man

Shout out to the bakers, man

Grew up on Seasame Street but he’s on Drury Lane

Like gosh dang y’all a bunch of fakers man

I know y’all was also 10 years old jammin to Lil Jon with salt shakers

In front of the fan

I’m ready to rumble

Mix this tape like Gumbo

I feel real jumbo

Clearly colossal to all of these dumbos

I’m Tarzan in jungles

What’s the deal like bundles

Of joy

Ray of sunlight

Guns might pop

But I’m Coke

Beverage as a leverage

Or a gateway to bein Dope

Your on a slippery slope

Or Avalanche if you can’t cope

Wit me winning by a land slide

Yo mans hide when I subside or arrive to the scene

A lean but not mean lyrical machine

Tell Steve I’m Stone Cold

Tell Austin I’m so Texas

Tell Berg I spit gold

But black like I’m Nexus

Tell Steve I’m Stone Cold

Tell Austin I’m so Texas

Y’all dust while I’m gold

Need me a Stratus to be my necklace

Just hangin there

Bangin squares

MPD2-18

I was Dreem til 2O18

Been makin hits for you to sing since twenty fourteen

You’d have to intervene me and my team with Ryan Gosling, Ice Cream and 20sixteens

In order to stop us from buying Pandas in Atlanta like we was Sidney Selby

Burn like Kane

While I’m on the Edge

Take her under

Til this Fiend’s in your head

Get green like a Boogieman

Y’all crumble like cookies man

Shout out to the bakers, man

Grew up on Seasame Street so that’s how I did the beat