Grip the .45, I'ma slide by at night time
Blinded by the light, out of sight at the right time
Strange apparitions in the sky may be a sign that I'ma die
So I hold my 3's high, reppin' 59
Coughin' up a demon, now it's staring at me scheming, glare gleaming
So I flick my cigarette up in its right eye
Super Black Eagle 3, Max 7 Realtree
Smoked him with one shot, therefore altering the timeline
Hoppin' in my bayberry Calais, riding by all these Jezebels
Hoe, nice try, I already met a girl, rang them wedding bells
Never had intent to sell, I would always do it
I hope my enemies getting well, I know they 'bout to lose it
Yeah, this $hit can be confusing, but I find it kinda soothing
I'm waiting on my death, tired of all this endless looping
Catch me on stage any day
I don't care if they cheering or they booing, I cross the dollar sign and rue it
Ask me where the ₣uck I been, they say, "Duckboy, where you at?"
Isolating, left the chat, roll it back to back to back