incandescent

underachievers, the

cellar door here gone bang em

bang em

gone bang em

bang em

ua bringing higher shit with the bangers

drop it for my fans

motherfuck going platinum

elevating brains leaving niggas in my set and

i ain't worried 'bout the niggas in the rain

you can have 'em

stuck up in the game

better change

that is tragic

run up on his place

speak my name just like magic

save a local lame that's a pain

give him taxes

let the rest go down the drain

leave him layin' out in traffic

speaking prophecy

lace the proper beats

tell him drop to your knees"