I trend for them like I'm the last Haitian
Good kid inside a mad nation
Them finger-stones are like war grounds
Bu Bump you down inside a gas station
They stretch you wide over them name shifts
But nobody's calling the ambulance
They take out their phone and get shots and then die cause they trynna get likes on the instagram
That's insane
Crazy man
I want a quicker generation
Drunk from the wine of the women or the peace that we see inside the book of Revelations
Lights of the time no LED lights
Somewhere we have been before
My lamp is lit
I hope to see you when the end approach
I'm hoping you can see the end is close
No joke