Intro
(reverb-soaked voice, panning left → right)
I’m riding… sliding… way too high.
Silisyben — I don’t know, I’m just vibin’.
Ain’t the first time I tried it.
Verse 1
I’m cryin’, you lyin’, face down dyin’.
This bull shit I ain’t buyin’ — dog, quit tryin’.
Love this, hate that, said shit I can’t take back.
One day fade black, ’till then say that.
I’m creepin’, crawlin’, livin’ in dark — my callin’.
Enthrallin’, appallin’, into the madness I’ve fallen.
But I’m back now, on the attack now, track town.
Money stack pile, old hoes tryna act out —
they ain’t got nobody to blow they backs out.
Hook 1
I don’t do this for profit — if I did, I’d stop it.
I ain’t Batman but I’m robbin’ every hot shot that’s talkin’.
Plot twist — your shot missed, tried my shoes, they don’t fit.
Deny me, try me — highly unlikely.
Connivin’, thrivin’ — crazy? Maybe.
Makin’ music daily, ain’t no one pay me.
Verse 2
Oowee, truly — all I ever wanted was do me.
Who me? Why would I wanna go through that?
Chillin’, killin’, upper-cut the bitch, put her head through the ceilin’.
If I said that shit, then I meant that shit.
Clarify quick — the best lil bitch is a d**d lil bitch.
Torment, horrid — listen to the chorus.
(Woof)… never was like this before.
(Woof)… maybe ’cause I got my foot in the door.
(Woof)… now I don’t think I want any more.
(pause, b**t drops out)
Bridge / Chant
I been thinkin’ for a long damn time.
Got a lotta shots still on my mind.
All I wanna see is one damn sign.
If I could peek at that grand design.
Hook 2 / Refrain
I don’t do this for profit.
Batman and the Robin.
I’d sacrifice my afterlife —
to make this life look half as nice.
Ain’t askin’ twice — click — better give me what I want or someone dies.
Verse 3
Now what — I’m down up, count up.
Money funny? Better round up.
Play underground and you found us.
I gave you keys to success — you don’t give a shit,
never felt blessed.
Got a g*n for every occasion,
never replace it — it don’t take vacation.
Depressin’, compressin’, feels like I’m actin’.
Driftin’, twistin’, somethin’ in my brain missin’.
It’s shiftin’, I can feel it submittin’ me.
Hook 3 (half-time)
This shit hot — yet I’m so cold.
Like a stovetop, 10 / 10 robot mode.
I know as a disciple of the Bible,
hell’s where I go — I sided with the rival.
Beached on the river, my sticks in the tide flow.
I know — I’m similar to Michael.
Where my k***e go?
Hip-hop’s revival or the arrival
of a god-damn psycho.
Get prepared to die slow.
Outro
(b**t fades to low drone)
Yeah… die slow.
Rival disciple.
Psycho.