Eletric :

Get back, get back, attack, your back shoot out I'm fuckin' hittin' you pussy niggas, electrocute out

Our middle bones is full of code and on the floss I'm fuckin' grippin' and scratchin' in all these fuckin' bones

My enemy's duckin' inside, ridin' with the clip and I just ride it, ridin' mine

Ridin' my lines down, writin' my lyrics down, but I'm hopin' that I ain't gon' be the one hyped now

Rashan is just a fucks, and everything is fucks, I'm hopin' that it's different from the moments, cause I'm outta luck

Smokin' hella marijuana, gas is flowin' up with soot, knowin' that you will not leave me, that's a lie, yeah, perhaps such

Yeah, fuckin' lies that you tell, lies that you tell, gonna cause me to rebel

And I'm just hopin' that you ain't fuckin' niggas searchin', cause if it is, then I'm cooked', I am hopin

I'm so cooked, if the new guy, is perfect, hopin' that I ain't gon' be the one drug indulgin

Rise sun, rise sun, only Jesus can help me, but I can't even get help outta Him