Interlude Lyrics

(Go)

You in the heavenly presence

Persistently present

You peasants

I'll teach you a lesson

I ain't the likeness of pleasant

Despite it,

The message I'll give you

Should yeah you a lesson

Don't come at me

Cause if you want beef

I'm gonna smoke ya

Turn up the heat

World gonna know

I'm never discrete

You took an L

You got it from me

Spencie got ice

You rockin' it neat

I fuck with veggies

Cause I got the beats

Nuclear fusion

Making that heat

Treat you like black-bolt

Won't let you speak

I got the chopper

Let it unload

I see the bag and I

Get it and go

I light you up

And I'm watching you glow

And you're getting fucked

Like your name Lana Rhodes

I wanna be number one

I get it for fun

You know I come second to none

Know I'm not speaking in tongues

So listen you bums

Cause I'm nowhere near being done

Rhyme bullets out of my mouth like a gun

Sorry for being so extra, like gum

Cause I spit you out, dry up in the sun

Makes no difference, Sum 41

What differs is I sweeping you like a swiffer

No reaching out

I'll leave your ass on delivered

And I never lose

And like booze to your liver

I'm killing you slow

But know I could go quicker

Some of you brothers

just tryna' change me

I ain't the moon

You cannot go phase me

You fuckers ain't seeing it right

But no worries

You wanna see better?

Cause I got the saline

You're pitiful, I'm at the pinnacle

Keeping it minimal

Bouta' get physical and (spencie)

Washing you out

Like a beach on a coast

My come up ghost

I keep it invisible

Now that I started go farther,

I'm harder im smarter in every way

That is so typical

Know I got class and you

Know I got stacks

So my chains always featuring

All of them minerals

Who really cares about you

Or your come up

You taking the shrooms

I'm taking those one ups

Pushing that P, they callin me gunna

I'm Mothman, I run the night till the sun up

Running the game

The fortune and fame

I'll make you feel pain

And that is promise

I'm fly like a crane

I'm making it rain

Your shit is so lame

And I'm just being honest

Know I be pulling the trigger

My fingers got some many rings

My phone bill is crazy

Let me all know, that I got all the hoes

They all in a bunch

Yeah they calling me Brady

Goodbye was shit. and I realized it quick

So after a bit, went and turned a 180

Don't even try to out do me or sue

Cause truly I'm rapping this section like 80

Triplet flow, I'm draining the threes

I may be short, you still look up to me

Your style so two-bit, I'm 1080p

Watching me win on my 80-inch screen

I'm a list im famous

I know that I made it

When I make a song

It belongs on a playlist

I'll state if I'm faded

I'm inebriated

You wanna be fly

But that flight, I delayed it

(He think he funny)

(Yeah)