Yeah Back at it again In the middle of the mother fucking jungle I'm the predator With the bars y’all stars need an editor Ghostwriter with your pen in the register Filling you with outside flows like an enema There is no competitor here to get the better of Creditors with a real Fyre like seminar You got the silliest margin like Billy Mcfarland Now The island is coming through to get at ya I been running round evil Trying to spread my name to the people And doing things I wouldn't wanna speak to Some nights look right in the mirror And I'm feeling like the guy looking back’s kinda see through But I'm working on a audit a review New year new me kinda redo But already just one month In I can feel old demons coming back to peak through Got contracts back on the table Trying to do big things for the label Trying to make Tech prouder and brew enough chowder To keep plugged in to the cable But I'm finding it hard to be stable When everybody's all fake for the fable Let's all open the gram and pretend life's grand Now everybody smile for the playbill What a glorious evening to find that I'm bleeding While doubling the mouths that I'm feeding I’m not Irish but I wish that I could just Find why the fuck everybody is cheesing When this life is a bitch an she hyphy as shit But she fights you to liken the heathens I’m a lycan that bites in the evening If any bloodsuckers trying to fight me for freedom Write rights in the night for my legion Speak heat for my fleet that's been freezing Keep going on the road cuz I’m underexposed And I'm spose to be roasting the region But the numbers i post are uneven Got me feeling like a poster for reaching Shoulda moved to Atlanta like 21 Savage And told y'all I wasn't European I been stunning since I was a lil youngin’ Had my finger on the button But I never dropped nuttin' Bunch of mother fuckers that we had to watch running Never ever birthed shit just a bunch of cock sucking Lemme rock something with a little plot dumbing Maybe that'll get em what they really got coming Morse code poems over top rock drumming Don't act like you didn't know what I got gunning I'm a movement they like an illusion I strike unassuming when life is the music I might get a Eunuch that fights in a tunic To show you your light and your tight on the fluids Ripe for the ruins I hike in the sewage To brighten the mood it's a likely maneuver My mics the manure you're likely askew-ered With not enough bite in your nikes just to do her I got just enough in the tank to get my ass home with On some 3 bucks on pump 4 shit On some free lunch i just coasted I got some speed bumps in my road quick Turn the beats up I might go split I gotta beast up this only flow 6 I got 46 left to go bitch yeah Yeah! There's an album on the way There's multiple albums on the way Just warming up That Miami shit