Verse 1: Rolling through the Hood Couldn’t settle or buy a stool Hit the banks, got the blanks (I don’t want to talk about it) I’m all good Rocking Rafs and I’m hella chic Newest merch and I’m flexing clean Letters small, standing tall (smack smack) Hit repeat, aye! Living the life on deposits (uh) Filling up all of my closet (ay) Trading Japan for the Corvette (whoa) Binge and I purge like it’s vomit Where is my coat? Where is my dough? Smile like it’s Colgate, yeah I need to glow I got the drip and the haters be drooling for riches We wishing we weren’t so broke, ay Chorus: Fiending for the haul, I’ve been fiending for the gold, Hands up, bands down (Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys) Got a closet more to go, ay (Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys) Fiending for the haul, (Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys) I’ve been fiending for the gold, (Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys) Hands up, bands down (Gotta get it gold) Got a closet more to go, ay (Why you waiting til it’s sold, ay?) Verse 2: Mama, they work you Mama, they work you Work for the curtains Work til its curtains Gas is a burden Loans like a surgeon Rather a credit report than a person Pray that my leg is okay and not broken At least the Claritin ad got it down, ay Double the memberships, multiple streamerships Making Walt Disney happy She only saw her dad when she had acne No child support but she still call me daddy, oh My rent payment not overdue The boy got some beef but he also Hindu So watch what you’re saying, you heathens, Tarul got the fingers To type y’all some bad juju, ay Chorus (x1) Verse 3: I ain’t a friend of the goddess I want the glow of the glory You just pray wake in the morning I send you out of the doorway Everything silver and gold, man I love the taste of the gourmet You just in love with sorbet I only go for the kobe I got the vision to take over, Tony Remember the name like MVP, rest in peace Kobe Smile like it’s Colgate, yeah I need to glow I got the drip and the haters be drooling for riches We wishing we weren’t so broke, ay Chorus (x1)

Verse 1 (Rahz): I’ve been over the moon Now I’m down, I feel blue AF’s in the corner, I’m still stuck in this room I’m losing my head, bird with no news I’ve been thinking about the birds, the bees, the crows, and the crew Stuck here again Shit doesn’t end Forgetting all the thoughts, the words, that I never said Verse 2 (Tarul): City lights dimming down, uh Thunder struck with the downpour Didn’t look from the screen, uh I was shackled down to the HTC, yeah One turn off the Guad way, Tell you: I ain’t easy for them to visit Ain’t pulling triggers Or dropping whispers Or lining punches But my mind Well, Ryan Gostling got the gusto, uh But I get nerves every Tuesday Inner voice going psycho, woah Like I could use a little lipo, ay I’ve been locked up like some prey I’ve been acting kind of strange You won’t listen to what I say, no And I won’t listen to what you say, no Great world has a big moat But my raincoat won’t help float I ain’t done shit, and I’m over 20 I ain’t making waves for the name GOAT So why’re you tricking like it’s Rainman? Why aren’t you cutting to the chase, fam? You ain’t winning any Grand Slams And I ain’t dancing to this can-can Verse 3 (Rahz): The smell of your hair The sound of the drums Left in the dust, trying to pick up the crumbs But I’ve been gone for too long Maybe I’m drunk? Maybe I’m believing that I’m caught in this muck I’m just a stranger I’ve been made out, fade out Shaded every blot that I gave to you Forget the paper, think about the world outside You know I tried I know you’re right I know, I know, I know Pre-chorus (Rahz): All that I had Yeah, you’re all that I need, I’ve been giving you everything, why can’t you see? That I’m sitting alone, falling apart at the seams Thinking about everything we’ll never be Chorus (Rahz): You’re all that I got Yeah, you’re all that I need I’m giving you everything I see I’m sitting alone, apart at the seams I’m thinking about everything we used to be You’re all that I got (You’re all that I have) Yeah, you’re all that I need I’m giving you everything I see (I’m giving you everything, why can’t you see?) I’m sitting alone, apart at the seams (I’m sitting alone, falling apart at the seams) I’m thinking about everything we used to be (I’m thinking about everything we’ll never be) Outro (Rahz): I’ve been over the moon Now I’m down, I feel blue AF’s in the corner, I’m still stuck in this room Room, room, room Head, head, head, head

Verse 1: Silly how I waited the ages to get my hands on it Monday in the evening got baggy clothes with my mom in it Headed down the highway, beams the only lights around Got darkness in the mirror and safety cloaked in the sullen clouds CD player useless, but tape decks had then been phased out Station 88, so my playlists could blast the brains out! No mad neighbors gonna show up Me and my groupies gonna take off Fuck with the rules, my feet have got the energy Blaze down the road, like pray seen by a centipede 80, 90, 100, the Civic be really straining Roaring like a lion or ancient blender breaking Hair flowing wild, my god, just like a hurricane Not the proper season but A/C was fending heat away Dead place? Okay It’s 9 PM on Saturday Rolling down the highway with Eris calling my name today Chorus (x2): Night god, night drunk Savoring the night’s hug Magic in my hands I won’t ever turn the lights on Night god, night drunk Savoring the night’s hug Magic in my hands I’m gonna never turn the lights on Verse 2: You’re a stone-cold competitor Better than the predators Fishes in the pond and now I’m starting to feel the temperature Too big for your britches, it’s time to meet a reckoner I’m tired of this town, and all its fucking regular I’m spinning in a wheel, I feel it at the cellular Mighty giants will meet the same reckoner I’ve got the magic touch, Catan, won’t be a settler The mightiest of giants will meet the same reckoner Booming like a Story, Aggressive like a Mauri, Speeding down the concrete in the dingiest of rarri’s The train tracks, the loud thacks, the earth cracks The whistle too, The mech taps, the lights glam, the short laugh, The car glued It ain’t true, it ain’t true The train comes, the car’s glued The wait’s now, the wind blew The tunes loud, the bugs too My mind’s glued Chorus (x3)

Verse 1 (Tarul): “Sit down in that saddle” The Texans’ fear of the rattle Coming out to battle with the roster unlocked I be busting all these jaws, Johnson’ll run out of gauze The newest King of Avalon, about to turn this shit god. Barrage with no stoppage, and at large with no conscience Options til the coffin; you won’t be coughing as much I’ve been growing like the Hulk, these guns best of the Gulf Feeling it like Shulk, the hunk: can’t get enough Axe to the trees, no Cage or fear of bees Bad as police, the brown has hit the streets Rage like the teens, the boy needs quarantine But I’m mad in the sheets- I give no apologies I don’t gift stupid things, my tongue gifts out the zing I don’t need golden rings, my chain’s held by the beast Came from the East, worst trade deal for the Grease Never use my keys, my gaze makes villains freeze Violent the Ursula Killing it like Dracula Flowing so immaculate, brand it up like an Acura Regular the vagabond, the immigrant of Kerala Crushing all the padawans to rep up Asia Verse 2 (Osiris): My Circumference can stir gumption, Quake my equator sure somethings heard stunting and word nothing, Fuck the tweeting been bird gutting, wild-e Coyote faster acting than acne cream put in grease set the party Wilin' Aoki It's High as the smoking get it by wedding speech, nice and toasty Cross a dragon x Jeff Ross on a roast me, Walk closely, Ruger 2's can get through to you like a Loup-Garou my Frenchy niggas know old soul can get hip popping like hula hoops, Double barrel the double cross like Judas on a Jew, peace to pieces like a Buddhist on a Goon , Need the ref can throw up cross, get the time out put your line out, Say it with your chest that bravado can rib your spine out, That mumble hype fuck it ill' die out, say otherwise probably, down your bitch on a yeast infection you Rye mouth, bid to put a price in the writing it's Bob Barkin' reddest wedding Rob Starkin' I'm snapping infinity Gauntlet The foolish who mimic me often I blaze em the charge they giving me arson, Stone cold dragging bodies on a toboggan Roll em back bars it's Walmart yall' got this shit on a bargain, Clown spitting shart you can kiss my ass like a Charmin Cant you see I'm charming? Word play since the first grade, Learn ways to twist your top corpse leave you dirt face, burp laced with arsenic poison enters your hurt-space like game hit boxes lift oxygen like I slurp shakes You cancerous lumps, you push more balls around than an abacus punch, trashy actors I take a stab at a bunch, hungry bastard packing a sandwich for lunch, just examples of what I have in store like Costco samples, Hardcore mammal with "Narco" standards, Make my break like El Chapo, Chillin' in the clouds with Basquiat you know "Samo", Siris overthrow em like the old Slavic Sambo, Known to bring the horror like a porch lit Jacko, Blamo! all of you cancelled, Tarul on the spin, and King Osiris that's the hard rule Effortless I try little, rhyme grinding is mildly simple You can stress to reach this skill but you gon' die if you don't smile a little........

Chorus (x2): Bet your brown boy’s fly Bet your brown boy’s fly Spread his wings out high Bet he’ll touch the fucking sky Verse 1: No kisses I’m on a roll No jinxes, your head will roll My theme song is like Pokemon And in like 15 years you’ll still sing along Hip singer, no sneak disser, My Peach bomber going parasoul And my sharp tongue will then make your ribbit Like Magus-struck, but still got the sword Ying-splitting, Lord Zuko’s hissing, This fish hidden now runs the show More villains for the undertow? More villains for the undertow. See I’m fly At least I try To make it real Doodle Guy Make you flail Sauron’s Eye Then feel so good just like apple pie Hit it with it, I ain’t talking cricket My spirit’s singing like a Broadway ticket Yeah, take the shipment, this pirate’s grinning Your hands to the ceiling, this is an arrest Crazy this mission, Give Tom Cruise the listen Or Timberlake vision This nuclear fission Of master tactician Been tipping the scales Like the genie with wishes Or Tarul you know Chorus (x2): Verse 2: Tell me about your fears Tell me about your fears Tell me about your fears Tell me about your fears Sitting all alone, yo My fears coming back like a yoyo No tears when I drop like a Coco Getting roasted like Kuriboh or Ho-oh Uh-oh Been a woah now with the phone calls And the no-shows and the dial tones Network for the networth I ain’t building homes for my villagers No connoisseur, I’m immature Ain’t learned a thing from literature Head’s down and my heads bound I ain’t doing a thing to reinsure Chorus (x3) Verse 3: Chill it in the row 4, Got the protag beacon I’ve been pacing on the floor like Lelouche be scheming I won’t trip into it I won’t Joker-oo it So we’re whispering like our Judy’s neighbors out there lurking Bursting out the ceiling as we’re trapping within our Summer feelings Bite and chew, can’t swallow too, wonder what is next I don’t know Bring it back Cadillac My wrists hurt Lil Mac Stunts and it all Acrobat My drink’s cold Hourglass Strain like the leaves from your tea bag Big sad White as an oboe Brown as a polo Mind’s always slipping off the lands like in Kyoto We dope though (We hope though) We dope though (We hope though)

Verse 1: I’m the same as the scene, salt the cutwound, ay If you wanna cop some feels, need to offload, ay Tuck the shirt, leather jeans, yeah I’m dadful, ay Where’d my sound go? Imma Franklin another day If you bite baby, Imma go crazy Heads down, hands bound Like I’m Guantanamo Bay It’s shame, like the Golden Gate Line up for the tolls I ain’t sold, I ain’t broke But I’m selling off my soul Need that cash cash cash Or that Hulk gonna go smash Need that chat chat chat Or this boy be shaking stat Chorus: Bills so big, I ain’t looking for a mill Head so filled Yeah, I need a fucking drill Bills so big, I ain’t looking for a mill Head so filled Yeah, I need a fucking drill Verse 2: Panic though, anecdote But my dreams be kinda whack I don’t know, comes and goes, Need to clean up all this trash What a Joe Lotta dough Gotta question why I ask Yeah, I got it good, be thankful, ay Run the speaker baby, uh Run the speaker baby If you wanna scream too, let me hear it baby, uh If you wanna leave too, I can lead you baby, uh If you wanna breathe too, I can suffocate you Pricking the cactus, you gonna jostle the actress It’s like a cyclone in Kansas for the emotional madness You got this shit in the basement I’ve got it all on my calendar, so Hand me the bandos, I need to count down the hours Let’s go Chorus: Bills so big, I ain’t looking for a mill Head so filled, yeah I need a fucking drill (x3) Bills so big, I ain’t looking for a mill Head so filled, need a motherfucking drill

Verse 1: Remember this shit like Calvin and Hobbes, Mr. Coconut, come and take me to Forbes, The best second-class, I’m like ready to squab, Call a janitor, he’ll need more than a mop Dogs, overalls, and a striped shirt Regurgitate my jokes like “my knee hurts!” -Guards words Give ‘em what they want til the light’s gone All off Then I’ll burn it down like it’s Salem Bake ‘em, stake ‘em, plague ‘em Always gonna fake ‘em Catch me outside, how you ruining this fable? Abel plain getting murdered at the table Trying to make it work, leaving only with a label Feel the pressure like it’s Arthur Always building, screw the author Sacrificing, Harry’s mother Bursting to glow Still I lay around like a tight gown Where’s your mommy now? Homie, need a noun? Here’s a pedestal Gotta hit the road Gotta have a show Gotta leave that hope Gotta leave it all honest for you So I make it work So I make it twerk So I do it all, getting very little gratitude So lift me up, I don’t need no buts But I guess I’m skipping leg day like I’m that dude No, I kid. I kid Lyrics (x2) Lift me up I don’t need no buts I’m just trying to get a little more attitude Lift me up I don’t need no buts I’m just trying to get a little more gratitude Verse 2: Hogwarts first-years fresh off the boat Fiending to win it all like I’m Mango the Goat, I’ve got some hocus-nervous – hang up the coat Now I’ve run the circles, go and jump in the moat So I think quick, dim wit, make up the task The big dick, no stick, put on a mask Deku kid ain’t the hero you asked So I ain’t trying no more I’m tired no more Kiss the wire and speak. Yeah, my spirit’s a sheep I’ve got plenty to eat, and I ain’t selling for cheap What you buying this week? Serving squad like the Geeks Yeah I’m beat. I’m beat.