Defibrillator (Interlude) Lyrics

Stay up

Real late, every night, always fuck my day up

Straight up

Tell a label head he could call back later

Only one thing on this planet I'm afraid of

Only one person, I ain't got shit to say to

Oh, you lookin' for me? Well, you better look way up

305s in the sky, throw the M.I.A. up

Hands in the air, if you's a true player

I could fill a grape Mini Dutch with an eighter

Offline, I've been on my grind like a skater

If you ever overdosing I'll be your defibrillator

Step outside, I'ma need a fresh breath of

Air Force One's new pair on the dresser

Lookin' fly one of my guilty pleasures

Since back when it was Jolly Ranch, Sprite, and Prometha

Dis1 dedicated to Vanessa

2010, she was shoutin' Go Cinderalla Go

Abuelos ol' 44 en la mesa

Since back when it was just me, RichBoi, and Stefa

No bullshit, it's the microphone blesser

Ballpoint pen full of ink under pressure

Favorite rapper rep De Vil like Cruella

Hella chains, David Blaine change for the better