sub zero

Weak image

The peak of a steep mountain

Where blizzards discrete

Counting like flock of a sheep

Give 'em a piece of the wheat

I know they're angry and keep shouting

They need a deep grounding

What do I need?

Something accessible

Classical musical love

Life is all cubicles, dove's flying when limited

Find mind if you're interested

Bugs die from the hand of the drugs

Privileged faking their whole image

For fame and some spinach

Go

And I don't give a fuck, I'm rolling with my pistol tucked

And I don't give a fuck, I'm rolling with my pistol tucked

And I don't give a fuck, I'm rolling with my pistol tucked

Pistol tucked

Pistol tuck, pistol tucked

And I don't give a fuck, I'm rolling with my pistol tucked

And I don't give a fuck, I'm rolling with my pistol tucked

And I don't give a fuck, I'm rolling with my pistol tucked

I might say "Fuck it"

Go pop like Olivia Rodrigo

Your walking on thin glass that breaks like your ego

Say you the GOAT, but you cap like a key note

Cold with this pen, every bar got a reload

Turn heartbreak to hits, got 'em crying in the pre-roll

I don't chase trends, I just bend 'em like B-roll

Looking in the mirror like: "Damn, I'm my hero"

Came from the zero, now I'm stacking like CeeLo

They want the real, I deliver with ease

Still underground, but I'm rising like muhfuckin' yeast

I might drop an album (-0)

Cuts like a veto

Then ghost on the scene - no sequel, no ego

Let me switch the rhythmics

I'm stacking interest like boards all over Pinterest

Manifesting a wishlist

They scrolling through my mind like a digital exhibit

Tryna copy my aesthetic, but they never really live it

So 'Ima go and get the fucking body bag

Cardiac arrest like the Molly had an effect on you

Yeah, you do you, but where the party at?