tryna switch verbs but you getting curves smoking them herbs tryna be alert knowing trouble occurs hit you so hard it's gonna be blurred you buy a bodyguard cause you gonna get hurt that shits wack set you a weed I'm a whacker you'll get wacked that's a facts I'm sitting tryna wave past this stage on my on rage till the end day sir back go to sleep but my souls always wake you will never no the day da explosion all you say I I play with emotion I'm walking up out of that bc you playing with lotion making music not like Beethoven making my wish on that four leaf clover comeing closer and closer but farther and larger thinking about the future my past is just a feature burn you soul call me the reaper khai swavvy spit bars facts and fire so hot you know so hot it's coming you don't even know if khai is coming throw you in the toilet now I gotta do the plumbing your stubborn cause of the sunburn your chin stirn looking like a storm overlooking now you pushing booking funerals just bc your are humorouless skurt khaiiiswavvy with the purp