Barev Dzez

Shout out my idols turning to rivals (uh huh)

Barev dzez demons they singing high notes (uh huh)

You don’t wanna see me like this

You don’t wanna see a killer with a beat like this

You don’t wanna mother fucker with a knife like this

Two cuts in a pump blood guts on the mic like

Shout out my NyQuil they sleep on my skill (uh huh)

My deal a rifle I feel I might spill (uh huh)

Hollow tips at the pricks at the top

That forgot that the kids not a kid he’s a god

With a mob in the mind

And a plot to remind