UNIVERSE, Pt. 2 (feat. Kermode Zay, Rob Buck, sjl_online666 & Neem)

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Back in the Stu on the track it's Kermode Zay
Type of dude that got three legs like a parlay
Got paper 'round me like a mummy in sarcophagus
I like a woman big like the hippopotamus from Madagascar
Driving fast whippin' left like a NASCAR
In a fast car with a slow roll
Sitting back watching time go out the window
Puffin' indo, got me trippin' like it's black tar
Lighting up, touching Earth to the fire
Kanye West, I can't get much higher
And if there's smoke up in the air, you know that Zay the supplier
And my money stacked tall like the Empire State
Put the team on my back like Lebron did way back in 2008
Might get some chips like I'm Kobe in 2009
Some snacks and Kwik Trip chicken sandwiches are what's on my mind
My shawty get outta line when I say speak at the tone
Think I'm talking to other girls, I'm playing games on my phone
So if I ever don't pick up you best not take no offense
I'm prolly running Clash Royale or Bloons Tower Defense
Don't make sense how these games can be so fun
Sniper Monkey pop balloons with his gun
But I don't make cents
I make dollars
Watch cost your brothers weekly allowance (ay yo)
I got the fake Pitties on me, fuckers still think they real
And I just caught a Mimikyu, you know that shit was a steal
Don't f*ck with me or with my black or pinto beans on the line
No side tortilla, mama mia
Why your bitch be looking like a ch-ch-chia pet
My girl she look like Sia at the Met Gala
See you sweating every time she come around your corner eating caesar salad
Fleau Claire be staying creating ballads for the people of Eau Claire
Our city stay expanding, wait no really
We getting a Costco, a brand new Chick-Fil-A
Don't forget the Raising Cane's and the Sonnentag Rec Center
Yeah EC is upgrading they game
But man f*ck all these apartments, too many veggies in my lane at Chipotle
And yeah I'm talking about the Chipotlane
Found myself at Shenan's, fuckers already snorting cocaine
I'd rather get more gains over at Anytime Fitness
Still a Water Street grind, avoid the alcoholic sickness
Sike!
Oh no I'm at the Pickle again
She buying drinks for me again
My liver wants to get revenge on my prefrontal cortex
As we bump Hippocampus for the pregame
Enter the alcoholic vortex playing Wii games
You know I'm ripping Boom Blox until it's fucking 9 p.m. at night
I'm ripping Cut the Rope and Where's My Water until the sun gets bright
I don't f*ck with version Lite's, stay full on all my appetites
Man this piano hitting hard, I'm feeling like I'm Mac Tonight
Perfect posture
Stare is so proper
Shit is so tight call it vacuum sealed proper
Wish I was stepping in those
Damn those Prada?
Whipping in the Mazda
Whipping forty out like it's nothing
Sorry wasn't talking
Nada
Wish we were talking but nah
She ain't talking
That's chill but I'm walking
Damn I'm barely walking
Drunk in the Beamer
Throwing up and coughing
Rich shit always make you nauseous
Perfectly cynical
Fully unoriginal
The way I did you that was fucking criminal
I'm sorry I'm a criminal
Wish I wasn't feeling so minuscule
Yeah man I'm at the fucking Pickle
Snorting white rock and I'm locked in
F*ck no we ain't even dropping
No Fortnite popping
Fortnite
Shit
So compton
Veg shit is so popping
But f*ck bro I'm not even top ten
Not even on fent
But I'm acting like I'm on fent
But I'm not even one of those who sent top ten
Why not, I'm so high I'm fucking mopping
Barely making top cents
Shoutout the plug
Love you man
Shoutout the plug aye shoutout the plug
Yo Neem yo you ready for this?
Ready for a lil trade-off with this?
Oh
Aye
Oh
Aye
Ohhh
Here we go
Show 'em love let me shout out the plug
Tossing 'em back 'til we're throwing them up
Yeah it's yack season, about to pull trig at the club
No Shenan's, I can't believe that shit's closing up (sike)
All the memories we made sitting at the bottom of my cup
I'mma chug, poor another
Bottoms up, it's time to run
Running seven below but I feel like I'm glowing
We still walk to Water regardless of snowing or sleeting
Leaving the prints of my feet in the powder
And powering through even though I am freezing
Stealing those road signs, I don't need a reason
My senses are tingling, feels like I'm beezin'
I'm a buzzing bee the way I'm chasing after all these honey's
Yeah it's cuffing season but I don't need no bitch to stay warm
I grow my money trees to the sky
The way they talk is kinda funny
It's huffing season, ripping bongs and joints until the mornin'
Mad switches, mad switches
Appetite ravenous
If they don't jam with us
Then you know it's bad business
Sprinting through the marathon to trip and crawl across the finish
Need to see me to believe me
That's a first hand witness
Now I'm hearing renditions of the shit I can't remember
Never know what even happened 'til I start to ask questions
But in any condition it don't make a difference
Got your mama on my trombone
She taking jazz lessons
And yeah I'm bench pressing
Form so good I'm stealing all your girlfriends and
Deflecting depression from systemic governmental tensions
While your girl on my line
She tryna cop a mention
But she a waste of time, she fucking up my ascension
I'm reaching higher ranks on the low
While you blow other dudes that are higher than you
I assume that you cool with it
But I ain't tryna get into all that
I'm staying moving bricks while she moving all that ass back

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