With the sound, with the sound
Got myself up the ground
Yeah I know what I'm about
Still ten toes down
With the sound, with the sound
They want a nigga fall down
They just wanna see me drown
Ima shake the ocean
To the last drip
Diving in this shit
You can call me moby
Wrecking your whole ship
You know how I get down
Fuck around with wrong fish now
You get saws yea
Get with the sauce yea
Been around your shit too long never got along with it
You know my trip
I don't bitch
Give these niggas couple gold coins watch 'em get conflicted
This shit sick
Done with this!
I'm losing control yeah I'm losing my mind
I'm leaving all this shit behind
Like get with the times, get with the times
My life is right here and now
Shit is crazy what comes outta they mouth
And it's either about the account or the clout
Just when they thought they done figured it out
It comes and get them right where they didn't count
You fucked up when you did count me out
To you niggas I am no nominee?
Shit sucks for you now that I'm out
I laugh at you while you wonder where to flee
Ain't no escape from these waves
No, you can't surf, you can't skate
Shit is a merk, you getting slain!
You just get hurt you can't relate
I don't listen when they speak
I disconnect from the truth that they seek
Strip down all the human beliefs
You'll find out its deeper than what it seems