In
this gothic underground city,
we all sin If I bring a couple rounds with me,
then we all win
I came back and brought the crown with me
The kings can't break your necks and say your name
Cause everybody's on your head
This mic just might kick your butt
Go run a buck,
then paint my nails
Never learned to raise my hand
Was too busy raising hell
Everything I know I have
You should go and save yourself
Thought you had my number,
huh?
Congratulations, played yourself Yeah Underground utopia Dynasties and dystopia Fear is never an option
So dying is not a real phobia
I'm beating the odds
Rise in the air,
be occasional, never defeated the gods
Switch up the mind,
nothing but champions coming up
Rolling up, one of the squad
Hold still, firelight back, yeah
Uh,
talk back till I stop back
Uh,
this ain't brown, it's that dark black
It's the pitch black,
jet black Snap your X, watch me give you flashbacks
Pressure's rising, fast as lightning, they can't stop it now
If you ain't talking realness,
then just change the topic now
They laughing at the top like they can't see the bottom
And they thought I needed help but I got here without em
I am sharper than a pack of hundred razor blades
When the smoke clears out of here everything they know fade
I'ma be here doing it,
doing it my way
They said I should change it up but what did I say?
Ooh yeah you mad I'm racking up white diamonds
Throw me in the sky you a sweater sun shining
Ooh yeah you mad I'm racking up white diamonds
Throw me in the sky you a sweater sun shining
I get that magic all on me,
I feel like I'm Tracy McGrath
Enemies circle around me,
three straight, say I cut them with an A
I've been a quill with the spirit beside me since I was a baby,
just getting chaotic I make me a product for causing the chaos right here where they at
In this gothic underground city we all spin
If I bring a couple rounds with me then we all win
I came back and brought the crown with me
The king's den Break your necks, it's in your neck
Cause everybody's on your head
Ooh, yeah you mad, I'm racking up white diamonds
Stole me in the sky,
you a sweater sunshine
Ooh,
yeah you mad, I'm racking up white diamonds
Stole me in the sky,
you a sweater sunshine
Dynasties of dysmorphia