[intro] I find it beautiful it's just, it's just so different

[verse 1 – Anonymuz] Uh, let me bring it right back let me bring it right back
Freedom my freedom my needle might stack
My demons might see that I reach the night at
My nigga, my nigga I keep it like that (and they wonder why)
G's ain't smilin'
See ain't wildin'
People from a plane nigga we take islands
Keep em' in a plane then I teach them niggas pain when I beat them like I'm bane nigga heat ain't risin'
Whip them when the night's dark
Sickest when I rhyme
I've been giving them devices like a grip
I give them my art
With malicious writtens I'm commissioned in a fight star
Nigga Imma eat in put my victims in a pie chart
I are where the mics are nigga
I'm a fucking back hole to a night star
Try to be the fucking rap hov' when I write bars
Niggas seem to fucking plateau when I spike dawg
Niggas ain't ready
Give them a hell put the weight up in the can I was in the paint heavy
Wait a minute
It's straight crack in these eight tracks and the ninth raw
My God this is payback
Back pay attention to the tension when it break
Snap back to reality where the fallacy is on
And every principality in vow that we to hold
Is invaluable, devaluing the value of his soul, gold

[Hook] Gold watch, gold chain
Gold teeth, gold rain
Gold watch, gold chain
Gold teeth, gold rain
Gold watch, gold chain
Gold teeth, gold rain
Gold watch, gold chain
Gold teeth, gold rain

[verse 2 – VI Seconds] I pull out the metal and niggas start running but none of these niggas are running for gold
Niggas be talking bout stacking the bricks, I do that shit too, but mine are all gold
Bodying bodies ain't in the vicinity was only for fuckers it's never a goal
Beast in the flesh, eating your flesh, [?] for the gold
That I wear on my teeth. people staring at me
It's apparent to see that no ones comparing to me
People are scared of having anyone pairing with me
Cause of my flair and no one's putting fear into this G
Enemy season, movements to all of my enemies
Stepping to me your lane [?] like stepping on centipedes
Million hits of ketamine that stresses the recipe
To hit from different angles like you fighting with ten of me
My whole reason for
My flow beasting it's
Not your season
I'm getting my chips
I blow speakers
When I go either
Y'all know the reaper and y'all die quick
Hi I'm VI the demigod
When I let shit spit it's oh my God
Evacuate the building cause ain't no body safe
Gorgeous or not you'll drop dead fuck yo' face
It don't matter in the presence of the red
It don't matter to a nigga who lives everything he says
I'll stomp you till I lost my soul, hold on till you lose your soul
Cold motherfucker for a fetish for gold I'm ghost