[Verse 1: Apathy]
An outlaw dressed in black where the tumbleweeds and dust blow
Cut throats who cut blow and men of steel rust slow
U.F.O.'s float in the desert like smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected in my throat
All off the books, taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches, burning cities down to ashes
Cause I ain't one for starving, they don't realize what they starting
I be carving Satan stars into they daughters for a carton
Of some cancer sticks steal Masonic manuscripts
Study lies and camera tricks
Shoot until the hammer clicks
Used to dance to Hammer's shit
Now I can barely handle shit
Writing with the candle lit
In concentration camps I sit
Where we burning dollar bills cause the heats more valuable
And whoever got the water and guns is the most powerful
They huff glue and puff 'dro
Sell my soul? Fuck no
The aftermath after cash, Ap's out for the gusto
[Hook: Roc Marciano]
Flier than ever, fry vanilla
Push 5's and better, cut pies like sellers
Tuck nines and side levers with side betters
Grind for letters, fuck trying to drive lemons
Keep at least five in the denim it's a must though
Just know my G, I'm going for the gusto
Yeah, I'm going for the gusto
Just know my G, I'm going for the gusto
An outlaw dressed in black where the tumbleweeds and dust blow
Cut throats who cut blow and men of steel rust slow
U.F.O.'s float in the desert like smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected in my throat
All off the books, taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches, burning cities down to ashes
Cause I ain't one for starving, they don't realize what they starting
I be carving Satan stars into they daughters for a carton
Of some cancer sticks steal Masonic manuscripts
Study lies and camera tricks
Shoot until the hammer clicks
Used to dance to Hammer's shit
Now I can barely handle shit
Writing with the candle lit
In concentration camps I sit
Where we burning dollar bills cause the heats more valuable
And whoever got the water and guns is the most powerful
They huff glue and puff 'dro
Sell my soul? Fuck no
The aftermath after cash, Ap's out for the gusto
[Hook: Roc Marciano]
Flier than ever, fry vanilla
Push 5's and better, cut pies like sellers
Tuck nines and side levers with side betters
Grind for letters, fuck trying to drive lemons
Keep at least five in the denim it's a must though
Just know my G, I'm going for the gusto
Yeah, I'm going for the gusto
Just know my G, I'm going for the gusto
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