i sit in the dark under the screen light
unhealthy hunger for love
and i'm the fiend type

the wealthy suckin up blood
n gotta mean bite
you think you finna get left
if you don't lean right

you need props
or your esteem drops
it's the magician there's nothing up the sleeve
watch

whoops
you see the nickel plated heat
get hit witta whiff a poorly refrigerated beef

since six, sent to incinerate a beat
killers enter your crib and ventilate your sheets

same ones publicly regarded me as great
you should treat me like garbage to my face

this is the history you started to erase
orgy of evidence, it's hard to beat the case

peer into the cauldron, it's hard to beat your fate
get on a satellite, target me from space

trojan goat, carted through the gate
now your balloon ego has started to deflate

but i'm sorry for judging
i'm sufferin
from own desensitized dysfunction
from living in dungeon
checking my own pulse
lookin stoic as a vulcan
the inner world is crumblin
niggas be tryna to feel while rollin up dollar bills
for the ills of consumption 
just to feel the pumpin
tryna ride out the wheels 'fore it turn into a pumpkin
categories we lumped in
got us givin it up before we givin it da gumption 

yeah,
we all fizzlin in the function
drifting from intuition
and distanced from deduction
manipulated machines
then we breed amongst them
punked them
til revenge is in the instructions

chess-bots pushing hairlines back like Lester Holt's
break a kid's arm and shock em with electric volts

farms filled with brittle yields and speckled goats
Elon Musk appears in the Tesla smoke