THICKETS - MARU NARA

I’m the hero for the villain

I’m the villain of my own

I’m the shadow that’s been hidden

In the thickets made of stone

Crawling up while sun goes lower

In the gutter of my block

Burning blunt tip hits the bottom

Of my heart box being locked

Listen

AYO, AYO, AYO, AYO

Trynna be the GOAT from the fucking cradle (AYO)

Zombieland screens never switch the channel (AYO)

I got ATUA on my cyber panel (AYO)

Spelling shit like I’m Tom Reddle (AYO)

Bars up in this motherfucker

Cut the air and make it bleed

Burn the mic and light a cigar with it

Flame is up on me

Flame is dancing on the paper

Licking pages of my black book

Fire heats the razor

Got me shredding up again (uh)

Lit again I’ll fill the gap

Artist spitting stinky crap

Filthy raps I’m sick of that

Blinking blades in this stinking ass

Downtown to the boondocks

Them goons bark while that hook drops

Cold room

Body in a cooler

No goosebumps cuz I’m too hot

Yeah

Trynna be the GOAT from the fucking cradle (AYO)

Zombieland screens never switch the channel (AYO)

I got ATUA on my cyber panel (AYO)

Spelling shit like I’m Tom Reddle (AYO)

Trynna be the GOAT from the fucking cradle (AYO)

Zombieland screens never switch the channel (AYO)

I got ATUA on my cyber panel (AYO)

Spelling shit like I’m Tom Reddle (AYO)