Yo', summer is approaching I am the Super Eagle that humble these vultures I'm hungry, I'm focused I'm troubled, I'm introverted I'm nothing you know of I'm sure your women gon' eat 'cause she come to my vocals I'm coming, reloaded Dead carcasses still the target We keep sparkling, 'til there is nothing to sew up Hol' up, mhm I'm about to intervene Why worry 'bout who cappin' when I got the guillotine? And I run this shit like Haskins, was squeezing it through a seam Ain't readin' a fuckin' playbook, these haters get magazines How it seems ain't how it is, so fuck perceptions I've come to grips that you niggas slipped on my recent efforts I cause a bedlam on beats, embarrass these people that pretend If life's a bitch pray my bitches inches is Lisa Leslie What you impressed with I find depressing No really, I'm 'bout to finish this Valium prescription These niggas using anxiety for an aesthetic While I struggle in some environments after I settle Switchin', mhm Nigga been vicious with that mic though Built the enterprise so niggas drive from what I run I know, I'm psycho, but damn sure I'm tight though And I stand for this love shit, so my skins got rights, ho, uh My album finished, I'm just out here playin' All this aranging, OC vocals, got me OCDing Your engineer gon' mix my vocals in a mausoleum And tell Mr. Martin it's a fucking body under there Summer is approaching I am the Super Eagle that humble you vultures I'm hungry, I'm focused I'm troubled, I'm introverted I'm nothing you know of I'm sure your women gon' eat 'cause she come to my-