Close your eyes to what you can't imagine
We are the Xany gnashing, caddy smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adamant and he thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed
Panicking, patch me up
Pappy done latchkeyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and mammy done had enough
Brash as fuck, breaching all these aqueducts
Don't believe us treat us like we can't erupt, yup
This verse is objectively great.