My People Wit Me Z (of Firing Squad) (Ft. Charlie Muscle)

[Verse 1: Z]
Walk a sick
Park, talk is sicker than the night after
Drink it like a white rapper
Wanna take my life after but fuck I'm amazing
I'm wanted with the psych after
Posted like a side actor
Tracks band like side flaggers
Relentless that he raise me
They used to call me baby till my testicles were swinging
Then we'll see part me
Arson, heat is entertaining
The Lord he couldn't save me, but my grandpa got my back
Fame
Rеligion's in the deck
My cerеbellum rearranging
Posted up on a pussy raps
I'm staying till my Southeast days
Only made myself relate
But fuck it can you blame me?
Sit back and let my LP play
Little homie Southeast angle
Rare with [this gutted?]
Live in a postal with my AC
Trynna make em hate me, cause my pocket's never aching
Money falling in reverse, my first verse is amazing
Urns burns that'll flame me
The dirts burned through a baby
We'll curb surf in the 80s
A worse fire than Hades
Cut to your dastard
And they'll laugh at me for all that I'm still practicing
But fuck it you could miss me
Don't wanna hand it to me and I'm moving
Pocket full of can of doobies
Turn a poof to Swiss Cheese
They're looking animated
Pantomime me, frequencies inaudible or fuck it I ain't listening
(I'm probably not listening)
I'm on my chrome
Man fuck shit
Fuck em, they don't like this
My people here with me