Untitled Song

I don't need a phony testimony, keep it low-key, homie

Used to ride the lonely roads with chrome by the stony, homie

Now I'm in the zone, speakin’ boldly over smoky Sony

I'm so trill, blood moon hangin' off the chrome still

Fork in the road? I brought the whole meal, hold still

Speech is seamless, each piece reachin' the elitist

Bleed this ink like stigmata out of Jesus

Feed us lies, still I rise like I'm Yeezus

Demons try to creep, but I'm peaceful with the pieces

Deceitless—I don't sleep, I dream like I’m facetious