UNIVERSE, PT. II ft. Kermode Zay, Rob Buck, sjl_onlineart666 & Neem Lyrics

Back in the Stu on the track it's Kermode Zay

Type of dude that got three legs like a parlay

Got paper 'round me like a mummy in sarcophagus

I like a woman big like the hippopotamus from Madagascar

Driving fast whippin' left like a NASCAR

In a fast car with a slow roll

Sitting back watching time go out the window

Puffin' indo, got me trippin' like it's black tar

Lighting up, touching Earth to the fire

Kanye West, I can't get much higher

And if there's smoke up in the air, you know that Zay the supplier

And my money stacked tall like the Empire State

Put the team on my back like Lebron did way back in 2008

Might get some chips like I'm Kobe in 2009

Some snacks and Kwik Trip chicken sandwiches are what's on my mind

My shawty get outta line when I say speak at the tone

Think I'm talking to other girls, I'm playing games on my phone

So if I ever don't pick up you best not take no offense

I'm prolly running Clash Royale or Bloons Tower Defense

Don't make sense how these games can be so fun

Sniper Monkey pop balloons with his gun

But I don't make cents

I make dollars

Watch cost your brothers weekly allowance (ay yo)

I got the fake Pitties on me, fuckers still think they real

And I just caught a Mimikyu, you know that shit was a steal

Don't fuck with me or with my black or pinto beans on the line

No side tortilla, mama mia

Why your bitch be looking like a ch-ch-chia pet

My girl she look like Sia at the Met Gala

See you sweating every time she come around your corner eating caesar salad

Fleau Claire be staying creating ballads for the people of Eau Claire

Our city stay expanding, wait no really

We getting a Costco, a brand new Chick-Fil-A

Don't forget the Raising Cane's and the Sonnentag Rec Center

Yeah EC is upgrading they game

But man fuck all these apartments, too many veggies in my lane at Chipotle

And yeah I'm talking about the Chipotlane

Found myself at Shenan's, fuckers already snorting cocaine

I'd rather get more gains over at Anytime Fitness

Still a Water Street grind, avoid the alcoholic sickness

Sike!

Oh no I'm at the Pickle again

She buying drinks for me again

My liver wants to get revenge on my prefrontal cortex

As we bump Hippocampus for the pregame

Enter the alcoholic vortex playing Wii games

You know I'm ripping Boom Blox until it's fucking Nine p.m. at night

I'm ripping Cut the Rope and Where's My Water until the sun gets bright

I don't fuck with version Lite's, stay full on all my appetites

Man this piano hitting hard, I'm feeling like I'm Mac Tonight

Perfect posture

Stare is so proper

Shit is so tight call it vacuum sealed proper

Wish I was stepping in those

Damn those Prada?

Whipping in the Mazda

Whipping forty out like it's nothing

Sorry wasn't talking

Nada

Wish we were talking but nah

She ain't talking

That's chill but I'm walking

Damn I'm barely walking

Drunk in the Beamer

Throwing up and coughing

Rich shit always make you nauseous

Perfectly cynical

Fully unoriginal

The way I did you that was fucking criminal

I'm sorry I'm a criminal

Wish I wasn't feeling so minuscule

Yeah man I'm at the fucking Pickle

Snorting white rock and I'm locked in

Fuck no we ain't even dropping

No Fortnite popping

Fortnite

Shit

So compton

Veg shit is so popping

But fuck bro I'm not even top ten

Not even on fent

But I'm acting like I'm on fent

But I'm not even one of those who sent top ten

Why not, I'm so high I'm fucking mopping

Barely making top cents

Shoutout the plug

Love you man

Shoutout the plug aye shoutout the plug

Yo Neem yo you ready for this?

Ready for a lil trade-off with this?

Oh

Aye

Oh

Aye

Ohhh

Here we go

Show 'em love let me shout out the plug

Tossing 'em back 'til we're throwing them up

Yeah it's yack season, about to pull trig at the club

No Shenan's, I can't believe that shit's closing up (sike)

All the memories we made sitting at the bottom of my cup

I'mma chug, poor another

Bottoms up, it's time to run

Running seven below but I feel like I'm glowing

We still walk to Water regardless of snowing or sleeting

Leaving the prints of my feet in the powder

And powering through even though I am freezing

Stealing those road signs, I don't need a reason

My senses are tingling, feels like I'm beezin'

I'm a buzzing bee the way I'm chasing after all these honey's

Yeah it's cuffing season but I don't need no bitch to stay warm

I grow my money trees to the sky

The way they talk is kinda funny

It's huffing season, ripping bongs and joints until the mornin'

Mad switches, mad switches

Appetite ravenous

If they don't jam with us

Then you know it's bad business

Sprinting through the marathon to trip and crawl across the finish

Need to see me to believe me

That's a first hand witness

Now I'm hearing renditions of the shit I can't remember

Never know what even happened 'til I start to ask questions

But in any condition it don't make a difference

Got your mama on my trombone

She taking jazz lessons

And yeah I'm bench pressing

Form so good I'm stealing all your girlfriends and

Deflecting depression from systemic governmental tensions

While your girl on my line

She tryna cop a mention

But she a waste of time, she fucking up my ascension

I'm reaching higher ranks on the low

While you blow other dudes that are higher than you

I assume that you cool with it

But I ain't tryna get into all that

I'm staying moving bricks while she moving all that ass back