X on my chest like I’m Malcolm in the lobby

Chain hit the marble, sound like Africa tsunami

Schoolboy slide through the set, two straps, no hobbies

2 Chainz, two flames, coupe paint, no body

Saudi in the cut, AK long like a safari

We don’t do subtitles, talk cash, speak Rands hardly

X marks the spot where the opps got bodied

I’m the glitch in your gospel, angelic but godly

Bass knock, face drop, moonwalk on the concrete

Pray over poison, still pour it for the fallen peace

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Light the gasoline fuse, strike the match in my heart’s dark room,

My songs know what you did—every spark singes your name in the gloom.

Bass drum pounds like regret, snare snaps like promises you broke,

I rose from ash-laden decks, now the smoke writes the truth you choked.

Gold teeth glint like jury, 2 Chainz hang verdict on chain,

Turn the volume, feel the burn; my chorus brands you in permanent flame.