The Quill UBI (Ft. The Palmer Squares)

[Intro]
I didn't feel anything, uhh
I feel fine
I don't feel tired
I-Is this real life?

[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]
Yeah, this is real when I dip the quill, blood fit to spill
Was content to just sit and chill
But now my head blown up like Mr. Bill
I don't flip my image just to fit the bill
Or get with gimmicks that the kids will feel
A couple of face tattoos with a cup of lean
Tri colored hair with prescription pills
At the pharmacy where kids get the blues
On my Carter III tryna get the Views
If this tune don't fit your groove
I'm sure Cardi B got the hits for you
Pardon me if how big I grew makes it hard to see
I eclipse your view
Wouldn't spend your muse if the party scene was a centrifuge
I been sent to you with a
Message of impending doom
When I'm riding through on my Paul Revere
In love and warfare all is fair
At high noon you'll die, now say all your prayers
Dollar daredevil balling there
U-B-I with The Palmer Squares
You'd lose your mind in the hall of mirrors
I'd just use the time to play solitaire
Upper tier, yeah we right there
You could see my flare when I shoot the sky
When two divide my vibe unified
Like a Shiite cleric with a Sunni tribe
True to life, why dispute the lie
We might stare at your cutie pie
If I listen close when you play your song
That don't mean I care for what you describe
Pass the flower, roll up nug in the after hour
When they close the club, holding bud 'cause I know the plug
But when they ask around, I'm like shoulder shrug
Then we pour up cups, half the time I don't know what's what
Spun the globe, now they show us love
I don't show a buzz, I just throw up dubs
Y'all know what's up