I said it's us, no wonder that it's fire baby we go
Me and Eliot's gods, Japanese see us, they say Nio, ah
Trip to Rio, I need to find my clio, Soulscript to your headphones, that's my life that's my B.O
Cops throught the peep hole, they looking for my kilos, wrapped up in a box, already shipped to Puerto Rico
Bumpin Smino, say baby up the tempo, rolling big sticks, got me higher than an eagle
Damn, it's raining in this city, shit get pretty wicked
Sirens screaming, mother crying, cause her son got splitted
Walking outside with my blunt ready to make an entrance
Shit it's racing in this city, plenty crimes committed
My blunt is wet, oh shit the night's gone mad
Wind through my trench coat and my brain gone crash
My gang tryna rob just for some quick cash grab
But I'm tryna stay low-key cause the cops gone mad
Back in all black, rap labs imbitious
Smoking on my five pack, all black like Lazarus
I be the bible reader, the great soul's redeemer
Writing all my verses, throwing spell up in the ether
Pulling up with curses, poking my veins even deeper
Misfits track, we in the street, we spitting fire
Spitfire on my wheels, I ain't no freezer
Welcome to my world, I'm putting Québec as the leader
Un jour vous allez tous connaître
Soulscript on the beat, yeah we be working overnight
Addiciton for the purpose of making beats I'll ignite
The paper I'll sign one day with black markers on dotted lines