[Produced by Nascent & QB Da Problem]

[Verse 1]
Outta nowhere like a bad bitch
Lost on a highway
Black angel wings feelin fresh first friday
Sinnin like a seven day in Venice
Priests fuckin children
And im so up in this old ? station
Greek bitches at the chateau
Black nails, new black flow
Act like you know how to act ho
Psycho, i like the lights low
And my closet iconic
If these niggas is real niggas i'd rather be robotic
I'm liva than ya ghost writer
Its mr. white lighter dyin to set the night on fire
Lux life, landscapin for my loft
Call me crazy but i feel like Christ carryin the cross
Dyin to be great is a common mistake
While im havin white bitches feed me white grapes
Real nigga shit never came with a pitch
And rappers got rich of bullshit
Savvy
Catch saudi lookin like a reese's cup or a peppermint patty
And everybody love me like a junior mint
You full of shit, and ya publicist been pullin stints