SEPT'22 Lyrics

My shirt worn but my sleeve fixated

The stitches heal

Dreams boring and my sleep getting hazy

The fuck is real?

Loops torn but the heat still raising

I still feel lukewarm

Nast E. Beats still blading the fucking wheel

'Phew born and we just celebrated his first year

Newborn with his head too jaded to feel fear

Hoop scooring

Nigga they don't miss with the fucking ears

A few horns

Nast E. Beats give 'em something to fucking hear, nigga

Can I begin?

Niggas'll catch wins before niggas caught wind

If niggas could comprehend all the shit that we put in

You would see why I'm feeling like my pockets are too thin

Niggas metaphorically rich

I need this money in a literal sense

And I've been stacking my coins

I'm talking literal cents

I need the biggest piece of pie

Not a little percent

Aye Nast. E Beats bring in the horns make 'em listen again

I'm still here nigga

Cheers nigga

No longer revere niggas

We don't even hear niggas

See that blue and red?

It's not the Hilfiger

That's the patch up on the Nast E. Beats Kill Bill nigga

But here's the kill

Niggas still stuck in the loop

In an attempt to be a real nigga

Pill popping, gun playing

Goddamn chill nigga

Nast E. Beats turn up them horns and let 'em feel nigga

WK4L if you don't know us

I'm catching a vibe with a Virgo from California

Xay laying the vibes for when the record gotta slow up

And Nast E. in the field setting bombs for us to blow up

It's the track ripper, Jack flicker, off the black liquor

Got the wack niggas asking "Who the fuck is that nigga?"

I'm the sick fuck that'll end you niggas

And be like "Why would I try to offend you niggas?"