| Digest |
|---|
| I can’t flex on my opps I’m too elegant |
| Been official, I’m stitching my letter man |
| Hit a fuck nigga right out his element |
| Send the hallow but we never heaven sent |
| Man on a perc |
| Sippin' on and it fucked up my kidney |
| green like it’s Eilish, no billie |
| Like damn bro, |
| I don’t got enemies, all of em' dead |
| Got tombs in the back, I’m a graveyard kid |
| When it’s wartime |
| If it’s a eye for a eye then it’s all for his head |
