You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Straight out the lot, 300 cash
And the car came with a blunt in it
Lil mama a thot, and she got ass
And she gon' fuck up a bag
Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast
Droppin' the dope in the stash
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me
Drop the top when it's cold
But you feel the heat
Be real with me, just be real with me
Eat it up like it's a feast
They say the dope on fleek
I'd rather throw them all into a large enclosure and charge admission to watch who survives.
I am the seer in the dark,
the vagabond of yore,
I am the sum of all your parts,
and proprietor of all.
blackmonger of Inlé,
my form now vivid,
as torpor sets and blood grows tepid.
With every ounce of flesh now offered,
I hold your corpse within my coffers.
Knitted cells now split asunder,
stand alongside me brother.
Take your place amongst my Owsla,
we march at dawn now and forever.