Swerve Incoming

(Awaken the Ashes, yuh) (Swerve, swerve, uh) (Uh) Red light blue light mandem out here hunger in our eyes I like eatin' fine spite be agin' like wine (pop, pop) But now I gotta Bring it in (pff) Ignite it (sss) Outta sight Been writin' I'm way too blindin' (ay) Meet a crypsis crisis Moved across the seas wrist livin' on high tide Got the streets condemned still yelling "free the writer" I got two genres brewin' (ATA, yeah) I can't just be ridin' waves Trust the painting's almost dry The wringer's digging graves (aah) (Shh) MCs talk too much indictments in a club (club, club) Don't wanna hear that you made one hundred songs in a month (shh, shh) Y'all simply ain't keepin' up Opuses speak for themselves when one puts hundreds into one (shh) They're tryin' to get me out of my depths you Heard? Chasin' paper (uh) My phone just got hit with an Amber alert Just because I ain't speak up doesn't mean you get to speak first My eyes and ears sparkle from blood diamonds within me I'd unearthed (Unearthed, unearthed) I don't quite think you get it (changin' every minute) You can't be released false prophecies They tellin' you that they got a lock on these melodies Now I'm getting stressed out with mellow ease Hell growin' up I got used to a lotta ketamines Mama preached that I give my enemies a lease as far as I can see But now dealers turns to me (king, king) (Ah-ah, ah-ah, aaa) Used to two pairs N and I runnin' with chains (ah-aa-ah-aaa) Sis got airtime too So I got her notes in my veins (Oo-ah-ah, oo-ah-ah) The needle and the groove (yeah, yeah) Father said hide your ace (yeah, yeah, ace, ace) With it I'll align more than stars time and space to leave us enclosed (ace) Listen when I say that I be loving harder than I (rage, ooo) Jumpin' in so clean Fresh off the boat but I'm old to the scene But I couldn't foresee would the crowd even accept me? Eighteen couldn't speak my epiphanies Big dreams 'cause my squad ran the race with me BC cut the BS and it hits me Lyrical machine I'ma earn my streams High key I don't give a shit if I ain't mainstream Unseen (ah-ah-aaa) I don't know what I have to do can't take it anymore Maybe God will listen if I do what I prayed for (Ay, ay) Can't dwell on our pain (Ay, ay, what?) Got the whole world to gain Just ruffling feathers of the quilt in my brain I'm addicted to serving the people again (Yuh) Tracking albums with a fractured wrist I'm used to the handy swish and flick Like literally my guitars whammy as I downpick strings Icy in ITH so I know how frostbite stings Flames spontaneous combustion 'cause I know that I'm a phoenix I'ma rise from the fire (yeah) Better take cover 'cause we know what we gotta do Take it up a notch then go even higher (facts) Call me a Catch-22 how the f*ck can you be spittin' flames and still be so icy? (icy) Girl what the f*ck is chai tea? (heh, heh) I would never let a genre define me Gotta get my billables when my syllables be visible from every single killable verse Done playing Mr Nice Guy sky high 'Cause I look down from the clouds to where the rap mortals die (Ay, ay) I don't really think you can handle being around (Ay, ay, what?) It's easy when you're winning but it all Trust me It all gets well Sketchy (ha, ha) (What? what? what?) Lying dormant I woke up 'cause all of new rap is abhorrent Taught myself how to make a fuckin' beat To make a fuckin' beat that wasn't as boring (ah) Val x NRB (yeah) Remember the name the game We got the same picture the frame ain't the same like (ah) We goin' Super Saiyan Blue Playboy but not Carti Girl I'ma need a plus one At the Grammy after- (what?) Got more records on my mind keep the currency like (ah) From the Nine-One and the One it's an emergency like (facts) Spinnin' the competition (what?) Like they fell asleep (ah) Swerve incoming (ah) Leave a legacy like (woah) They said that I could dunno if I should And now I can tell you what's good (what?) Now this a casual Tuesday we rave in the middle of the woods (whew) The shoes that I'm gonna fill ain't that big that shit was never goin' fit me (yeah) Awaken not one but two genres Future Hendrix but I'm Pluto and Jimi (Hmm-mmm) You serious bruh? (aaa) (Ha, ha, ha) (Aaa) Bodying the game from the Nine-One and they don't even know that the swerve ain't here yet (Ain't no way, man) (Ha, ha)