Terror Incarnate

I be riding waves like I came up off of tidal
Tryna beef with me then they find out king ain't a title
Everybody flexing i make music for survival
Like how I seen the best of friends switch turning into rivals

I'm Suicidal I got style
Have I died yet hell if I know
Treat each song like it's my final
I'm popping off don't need a rifle
Dropping shit my simple cycle
Not no rapper I spit haikus
Most yo fans don't even like you
Most my fans be high from good weed

Smoking with my damn team
Rolling blunts of OG
Pack of Swishers Purple Sweets
We just love the leaves

Still be smoking nicotine
Flow like water slippery
Other rappers don't want beef
Cause I'm one scary enemy