Do This Instead (feat. TravisTriesHard)

I don't want to be a product of my environment I want my environment to be a product of me I got him refueling refuelables, throwing them at executors The priest's name was Julius, the saint that was in him The same exorcism to bless them Got him arrested, using euphemisms The soul of syllogisms, locked within prisms The figure out like autism, this is raw Listen, f*ck your cross, Christian I saw killed women, guts spllled within On the gray cement, new world order Secure these Trump orders before we get a hundred more drug orders Yeah, this is a jungle sorta Sit down and take a shit in this quota Backpacking drugs on the map, call me dora I only smoke this herb if it's floral Cape Coral, make a gape, I crave oral No morals, it's more a cola Than the non-fuckin' swipe off my shoulder The way I bite this beat is polar Your bitch is bi, and mine's sorta She gave me brain, I destroyed her, aorta Yeah, I'm colder than walled doors Body count endless Words cut deep, I'm swinging swords senseless Blood, soul, pavement, the cost of resentment The death is investment, stacking souls like pension They prayed for penance, but the soul's got extensions Lurking in the shadows, I'm a phantom ascension Breaking dimensions, I distort the reflections Truth so raw, it shatters misconceptions Skull cracked lessons, painted red on the canvas A menace to the order, dismantle the madness I'm an atlas with the weight, carrying the globe's hate Every rhyme's a cold slate, carving from your soul's fate Misfits and outlaws, we ride from the gutters Ripping through the structure, rock the system's sputter From the ash, reborn phoenix of disaster Climbing from the carnage, move faster than the pastor They pray for salvation, but I'm here to wreak havoc Lanes like iacid, melt minds in static Got so many exes, like I'm wording gang controllers Why you talking the next shit, you ain't important When I come up in records, you say I'm slaughtered What a heathen family Why you talking this shit, and why you breathing, man And why you coming this, and can you see it, fam And you can see that then, that I'm the deepest man Take your jewels and your life now What you do, you ain't right, wow When I move with the type style, I'm hype now You try, wow You ain't gang, you just bluffing now You gon' hang like a buffalo head And when I come in, I said that I be rumbling, fam And you ain't nothing, you dead, man Shoot my shot, I ain't missing, Scottie Pippi Hold the dice, and I'm hitting on your bitches And I like the way that I be living And why you trying to say that you be different Man, you not hot, bro Run up on the block, you shot that door I got hot gold in the back door Beefing a slide on you guys, you ain't rap, dude I'm on my side, but I vibe like a tattoo Yeah, that's true Stuttering and mumbling bits, you nothing, bitch I come in, I be bluffing and shit You run up the clique And I come up on the gang, too You ain't nothing, why you handcuffed When I'm running, I'm the gang, dude Gang, dude Disabled Or slave, dude I am too legit with it Yeah