Caught at an impasse/ Frog in my throat/ coffee and smoke/ coughing on dope/ a crossing of roads/ hopping aboard// give em' an inch back/ all that and more/ They'll start plotting the incident, act, and plot for the body/and thoughts like "obviously//// this oughta be yours"/ you had 8 and you gave em' 4/ The pure generosity SHOULD kill you/ ferocity, goodwill do NOT mix/ ain't nobody nice in this game/ no one will honor it/ thanks to Gotti changing the optics////

HOOK:

Goddammit, I'm drowning

I thought that for a minute I was in it

Now there's mostly foes and snitches around me/

I got my pahd-na packaged with a 30-round clip

And he's been itchin' to throw it the fuck down for me/

Rocket ain't the party to slander

I ain't your target for clowning

So you can kiss the tip of my dick; if it emits jizm too quickly the first minute you down me, you can thank me for the gift and get the fuck out Pima County

V1: "Not shit" is the title you might find at the end of my name/ The way "esquire" means "public defender"? (It ain't)// "Rocks it" is the predicate/ "Rocket" is the subject/ "Talk shit" is the tactic the cowardly with enough sense to back-pedal and be bitches again/ use to dodge any shots at their character/ "She needs stitches? ....my bad..."/ What made me do it?/ Something evil/where'd I get it? ("Hi, dad!")/ Now I can see through to the real reasons I can't heal: I'm mad?//// Yeah, real talk, but that ain't gonna cut it/ Not from now on/ I steal thoughts since that witch's ritual around Samhain/You'd be amazed how quick an ignorant lamb/ will get insistent it's coincidence, which I don't think exist since how long?//// It's been a minute since an army of darkness/ colluded swiftly in the desert/ to get me and made the caliber "friendship"/ Nesquick consistency I.V. Highly cement drip/ Then finding I should be bye-bye in need of a "dead-Lyft"////