WHAT’S UP, PEOPLE?!

腦漿炸裂星期五，撒旦也打卡，

我咬碎節(jié)拍吐出血色櫻花，

在404的胸口種噪音喇叭，

讓耳鳴開成煙花——BOOM！

早安，腐爛的太陽(yáng)，

今晚把月球灌醉掛天花板，

用尖叫的牙刷刷亮蛀牙，

笑到牙齦滲蜜，甜到發(fā)慌！

What’s good, pull up in the hood with the steel, no plastic

Got the MAC in the back, make a hater do gymnastics

Bitch I’m SR, Pounds in the bag, it’s traumatic

If he chat on the gang, turn his face to a graphic

What’s good? Got the pack in my sock, I’m running

If the feds do a sweep, best believe I’m stunning

Big back .45 sing like Runnings

I’m the king of the north, no tings, no cunning

Twenty-five springs and I’m staring at the ceiling,

same cracked sky, same fluorescent feeling.

I scream, “Hey, what’s going on inside?”—

the echo laughs, says, “You’re still alive.”

I lace up yesterday’s bruised-up shoes,

paint tomorrow in neon blues,

spin in circles till the room is gone,

howling the question that built this song.

Yo, what’s luv when the Henny talk louder than vows?

Twin 40s on the dash, we ghost-racin’ the clouds.

Ashanti in the passenger hummin’ my sins,

pearls on her neck, every bead a grenade pin.

Ja whisper in her ear like prayer與curse的blend,

we love like we shoot—never miss, never mend.

Bronx night bleed blue on the platinum fender,

if loyalty’s kilos, I’m forever your vendor.