(Mic check, one-two, one-two)
Lee-la-la-lay, la-la-lee, la-lee-la-lee
(I don't write rhymes, nigga, I write checks)

(Lee-la-la-lay, la-la-lee, la-lee-la-lee)
Now lemme turn this to the judge and thrown the book out
Then skew it on the barbie like a motherfuckin' cookout
This-

Chef mad flavors
Bitches suck the energy, it's like a lifesaver
Shave it-

(Lee-la-la-lay, la-la-lee, la-lee-la-lee)
My third eye's open, I feel absolutely free
Violence in touch with my own inner energy
(Lee-la-la-lay, la-la-lee, la-lee-la-lee)

I'ma get loose like a barbed-wire fence
It's the significant, never frivolous, mister
It's the-

Don't compute then I gots to reroute ya

I feel unblocked, well maybe, but brave
My soul displays from a desperate space
I bruise my arms for the blow, I know
The truth comes with snitched from broken faces
Potentials erased lacerated, evaded
But now we've embraced it, we've finally made it

(Swear to God)
Nah, I'm like, "They ghetto"
My dawg, my dawg talking 'bout, "Uh"
Dawg, you ain't get another nut
You talking, you talking all this mad shit
Soon as you see, you freeze up, like

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Denzel Curry, Kenneth Charles III Blume