Question: Tell me, if it's "fentanyl chic", yo then how come everybody gotta lie?/ Wanna see my ego? I've been thinking it's dependent on me, real talk, even though all I do is get high.

And the fake-ass moon in the sky high-five me, every time I make the climb. Every time I dab a blue, or, two or five.

Come find me

Mama I'ma see you real soon, no lie.

Call me, I'ma be right there. Tell ya, I'm a stallion, prowling for a broken, white mare.

Pull in right there.

Villains scare "chillin's", yeah, and I gotta deal with it here and there.

Homie, I'ma be that way. Just me. I'm begging, gimme 15, I'll make it!

(Yeah, Maybe I didn't mention, when I get there, Smith and Wesson gonna bless him, and then I'ma-gonna take it!)

Sick times we live in. They call me Rick Grimes, I'ma tell you why in just a minute. 85+1/ That's when Kreim came alive in time for the decline of the epidemic.

Now I'm in it.

Got a Nine, but it's silenced, innit?Putting lead directly in the center of the minds of 'The Walking Dead'

Milky eyes with a glossy finish...

They don't mind, they just buy my limit.

There's a twist, not "lime with" or Shymalan-written

When I find what I like, I'ma buy me a chemist.

(Found what I like; what I like is tiny and the color of the sky, imprinted with a lie right in it.)