(lyrics)

(MusoNi)
By no means though
There's no innuendos
I'm just backed by instrumentals
make sense in this existential
Into the chase of the self-sufficiency paradigm
Pretty much the same things that comes to mind
When I respond kindly with optimism as a reflex
Every now and then I raid with reigns of tecs
Like Juju and Psycho
My train wreck of loops I can't let go
My style's off the wall
Like them Vans sneakers on stereos


(Fenly)
We winning
I don't need the score
Just putting numbers on the board
Got drip like the wine I pour
I'm swerving and I'm wavy
Like I'm on a boat
So she coming all the way
She wanna do this
I wanna do this
I made a move quick
She came again like I looped it
Trynna be lowkey
But got these eyes on me
Wifey a trophy
You get seen when you this clean
Getting green with the team
Where you find me
I don't need a thing
But loyalty and respect
This hustling got me set
Rock Supreme on the set
I'm supreme with my set
We gon make it in a sec
Knew I'd make it if I grind
Been on a different type of time
My whole life line
9-5 paying the bills
Then it's the studio
Stiiiiiilllllllll
They in their feels
Cause there's no time to chill
I'm just being real



(MusoNi)
Don't forget the mono
Outputs I shapeshift
Into rca cables
Where frequencies are enabled
Envy like Kain and Abel for high-fidelity
Sometimes it just don't matter im just tryna ride this beat
Or most times
I would say
It's MÜs I like to Parlay
Different from that french verb with same pronounciation
All things Black Silk meaning annihilation
Glitters ain't goldd
Watch your step my brethren
It's the late eighties in me
89er, that, book-of-rhymer
My mind start to trip like CTE like them football players
Inverted coming of age on my grown man shit
Why is he acting so, strange?
Cats be catching feelings and shit
Even in the Past tense
Textures that's dense
Cristallized frosty packets call us Ice cream men like Master P's
I'm still spittin amidst the virus
I'm back like Osirus
On top of the Empire State
Greedy niggas playa hate
And we out like this til the batteries run out
fuck y'all

(Fenly)
Told them bout the vision
They ain't listen
Doubters the reason behind the flexing
We busy grinding
Mind on the mission
Creating flows
With hints of wisdom
Been at it for a while
I was the 1st the plug would dial
Lost in the sauce and I went wild
Raging backstage
Feeling like I'm made
She rode me like an electric bull
To keep her mind off the bull
I'm full of it
The strings I'm pulling it
I got her saying things
Now things are getting strange