I feel woke, like i had some speed cola. Not a cola man but il have a sip. To all the haters wanna come around & diss. We'll push & kick you down & sow ya lips. Make sure that your never gonna talk again. Put ya ass in the trunk of my whip. Take you on a trip you aint comin back. Woca Cola wanted me on a track. Props on this beat im really feelin this. Speed cola,alot faster than a Motorola. Or a roller coaster, i derail it & tip it over. Red rover, were calling out all the posers. Sometimes im sweet like yogurt, betty crocker or russel stovers. But today im not, no sugar coating im just flowing. Rhymes in my dome corroding, if you dont like it blow me. In between bread, mustard, mayo. Is where all of yall belong... because your bologne. Check it im gonna wreck it & im gonna do what ever it is. That i gotta do for the situation that is given. Everyone is always trippin. Like they're on hallucinogenics. Well its time hit em. With another dose of the venom. People aint gettin it. But im all out of shits to give in these predicaments. Comin with a flow thats faster than a fidget spinner when you feel the need to spin the bitch. ima do whatever it is that i got to. Robid has ability to come rock you. Or if your hating il put 10 shots through. Your head,ya leg,ya chest. Now Your gone poof. Told you i craze and crave wordplay for days. Hopefully this explains. THAT ROBID CAN KILL A BEAT. Instrumental provided by : @speedcola @lil_woke Lyrics: @VERBALVENOM