Death
I woke up, and I felt like Death
In fact, I feel like I've never slept
Black three piece on a kevlar vest
I look like Death
Excalibur the long nose, and it smells success (yeah)
Y'all just boomers, can't handle tech (brrt!)
Head to head, it's gon' hit like (brr-ah!)
Death
Man moves like Icarus, thinks he's fly (yeah)
Till I dust his wings, and bring him down to size (bitch)
Make him run them things he wears, jack his style
But don't get it twisted (don't get it twisted)
I'm a man of culture, lifestyle British (yes)
Bust the tool, but keep the pinkies lifted (yeah)
Wipe my shoes before the door gets kicked in
I'm the top of the classes, I aced the metrics
Fuck asymmetrics, all lame aesthetics
I'll cave their head in if a man comes
Stepping at me, try'na wave a weapon (huh?)
I'm facing Death in several ways
Everyday, two bad bitches resonate (yeah)
Hold a mag in Pat, slip a clip in Liz
'Cause I'm about to let 'em spray (brrt!)

You see me pulling up in that black and white
Put that click to his face, now he acting right
Death gon' shoot from the cannon, so say goodnight
'Cause these bullet's connecting like satellite
They ain't never gon' know 'bout this kind of life
Turn his soul into fragments, don't need a scythe
Let my nines eat his soul, fill their appetite
Try me wrong, then I'm doing it out of spite
Grim reaper status, the cannons, I grab 'em
And I execute (huh, yeah)
If you want smoke, then I'm popping for sure
If you finna come through (huh, yeah)
I got a stick by my side like Ric
When it flair, it go woo! (Okay)
I told 'em I earned my stripes, real Shingami
I'm the truth (grrt, bow!)

(Yeah, look) nah, fuck that, I never play for a run back (huh?)
I've been there, done that, paid my dues, now I'm taking the funds back (cash)
Flagrant youth, hear the gun clap
Play my tunes, make 'em run that (brrt!)
If he run his mouth, run up on 'em, gun 'em down
Moon come up and Sun is down
Tool untucking, son is out, tuckered out (what?)
Do you enjoy your youth? Yeah, shut your mouth (shut up)
I never came to play games (nah)
But if I did, I'd probably take first place, then vacate (woo!)
When D the K came to take names
I never heed their sayings, I can't change ways (huh?)
On which soul could I snack? (Huh?)
A witch soul, I could blast (yeah)
Guard in the night, no Makka Pakka, but I pack a pair of macs
Back up, Soul and Maka, switch up, Natsukasa (brrt!)
Black Star, no Bowie, I keep a blade when it's rowdy
I keep my day ones around me
I feel the strain of a lifetime of living
To standards you couldn't maintain, it's astounding (okay, okay)
I might be free, but it hounds me (what?)
Best in the town, he's the best in his county
His country, his continent, living or dead
Few are better than Badi, get fucked if you doubt me

You see me pulling up in that black and white
Put that click to his face, now he acting right
Death gon' shoot from the cannon, so say goodnight
'Cause these bullet's connecting like satellite
They ain't never gon' know 'bout this kind of life
Turn his soul into fragments, don't need a scythe
Let my nines eat his soul, fill their appetite
Try me wrong, then I'm doing it out of spite
Grim reaper status, the cannons, I grab 'em
And I execute (huh, yeah)
If you want smoke, then I'm popping for sure
If you finna come through (huh, yeah)
I got a stick by my side like Ric
When it flair, it go woo! (Okay)
I told 'em I earned my stripes, real Shingami
I'm the truth (grrt, bow!)