Eye's Wilding Ft. Maverick & CSL

Floating right now, huh, listening to Eminem, ironically eating m&m's, haha,

We the best in the game, look, huh

 

Don't mess with me, i'll leave you on the IV,

Footsteps in the dark like Isley's, try me,

Told your bitch to stick it in and ride me, she likes confiding,

Lightning outside my window, i'm doing the right thing, my brain enlightening,

Everything I apply in, I stay thriving, needle through your eye socket, teeth grinding,

I'm scolding, mind scorching, by talking, they crossing all lines, drawing,

Keep trying, had a bright morning, Wailin' Jenny, bars, facing many,

Still smiling, eyeballs in, night is calling while we doing real fighting, me staying healthy

Wealthy, pathologist no Dr. Coffin, describing what's defined in games like David Perry

 

Verses be so complex you need Sumerian Tablets to decipher it

God flow, you would think the Annunaki were writing it

I seen a lot of animosity tryna be tossed at me, they getting lost in the sauce with me

Better mark your doors with goat blood, if you wanna be spared for crossing me

If he thinking of tearing this house of David down he gonna need Emmanuel

This ain’t no gospel about how I’m the next Messiah, I can be tyrannical

Every track is a Labryinth, this ain’t no David Bowie act, I’m a real terror on the screen

And when I flash this cannon, no previews with these clips, I ain’t talking about acting

Me Mav and Infinity on the search for wealth and affinity, fuck you if you ain’t feeling me

Like Aye B, See you can suck my D, maybE, I don’t give an F pussy I’m still a G

 

Lil degen with the rummy, no allegiance to the bummies, nah nah

Reach the zenith, blastin' off, I speak on my shortcomings just to keep it tall

Y'all gon' see what I'm becoming, even more polished 'n rubbin' off,

On myself—yea I squeegeed to the umpteenth..with microfiber cloths

To be real..I need a Norwegian with a dumpy, Maren Turmo "tusen takk"

Ay, I been geekin' out on tomes, inchin' at epitomes of..getting top

 

I keep myself grounded, brain surrounded by sounds and lights, how sick

Got Louis and Decaprio paintings in each of my houses, sometimes thousands,

Have a friend that pulled a mile high club, my eyes widened then they closed shut,

He told me to grow up, and so what, then I woke up, and showed up,

Don't be dramatic, mind on frantic, oceans and waves panicked,

 

Culture vultures, ask if the shelf-life of worms never fades, that's candid

They're scared of the dark, that what's under the shades are frantic

Though in these turbulent times, you're not about to see our Aviators panic

Or evading answers, boy's got a cat lady's chances of his eyes lookin' like..JD Vance's