Mr. 51-to-the-7, don't you get your melon popped
Canary stones, yellow gold, look like lemon drops
I feel like I'm Carrot Top the way they give me props (what?)
He swear he a killer, but I-I-I know he not
Now I'm back in the cellar, don't you risk it for some cheddar
Yellow Testarossa revving, every city, every venue
DeadBoy what they yellin', Young BONES what they feelin'
Demon sent you up to heaven, weapon lift you like a Chevy
Lifе or death up on my mind, Reposado in my belly
Rollin' smokе aimed that telly, eyes glowin' like his belly
Red wing boots, iced up like I'm Zeddy
Cut you up and hit my ceiling, DND, don't hit my celly

24/7 I'm in my head, 25/8, I'm seeing red
No, I don't want it, but it's just how I'm programmed, wanna stop, I can't (What?)
I'm mentally MIA (A), I'm physically AFK (K)
IRL, I'm lagging every night and every day, yeah
SESH

Came from the place where the people don't change,
and the rednecks shotgun banging (banging)
Cornfield looking like a graveyard,
body disintegrate before they get you (get you)
Came from the place where the people don't change,
and the rednecks shotgun banging (banging)
Cornfield looking like a graveyard,
body disintegrate before they get you, get you
(What?)