Back again!

Boy I’m back again, I’m here to ascend,

Check it out , it’s easy to comprehend

Look, I got a galore of groupies,they my cuties , they treat it like a smoothie, it really moves me,

I should chill with the shawtys, but I got

Wolves in sheep clothing thinking they

got me tame, until they get slayed, body on the floor you can even see the brains.

Blood lust got a hold on me, your screams will echo, because you next tho.

I’m that shadow in your vision, can’t delete my ambition,

Every lyric’s ammunition, every sin a new edition,

Ain’t no fiction, this precision — I cut clean like incisions,

You pray for superstition, I just move with intuition.

Your mama love my rhythm, say I’m smooth with the venom,

Homies here pretending they a threat but I been him.

You get crushed in my momentum — you a punk in my system,

talk tough, I don’t listen but you’ll go missing

Blood lust got a hold on me, your screams will echo. Because you next tho.

You say you a thug , ok will see real soon, then you end up dead at noon, I’m not that scary so don’t be weary, tho talk slick and you’ll see the blade I carry.

Now the reaper got a schedule, I’m the main event,

Every verse leave a scar, every word cement.

You a tenant in my hell, better pay your rent,

’Cause I’m the landlord of torment — Heaven-sent but bent.

Blood still warm on my hands, that’s the ritual,

Bars biblical, pain turned lyrical.

Ain’t no miracle, just the consequence — spiritual,

I’m back again, ascending — habitual.

Blood lust got a hold on me, your screams will echo, because you next tho.

Verse 4:

I’m the mark in your prayer, the curse you can’t reverse,

Devil whispered in my ear, said “boy go make it worse.”

You flexin’ for the ‘Gram, while I make your girl squirt,

Knife talk cheaper than your life — watch your life plummet first.

Got angels on my blocklist, demons in my mentions,

Fuck up your shit so bad you need a intervention.

They beg for mercy, knees hit pavement like percussion,

But mercy’s just a rumor when the reaper in discussion.

I paint with crimson , every stroke a repercussion,

Your whole squad turn to victims — silent, no discussion.

Homies call me yung deviant , name earn by bloodlust,

Every thrust you hear in my crib is probably someone’s shawty who was in the club

I don’t chase the clout, the clout chase me in lust,

Step inside my radius — feel the temperature combust.