SHAREYOURENERGY lyrics

[Intro: Mir Blackwell]
OK, I'mma f*cking blow up, everyone please, share your interview with me, I'm gonna help you with this one, uh huh, look

[Verse 1: Mir Blackwell]
I feel like Goku, new whip is a space pod, I treat the booth like the Gravity Chamber
Bro drop me off just to catch me a body, if I hit his line, he'll be back for me later
I couldn't f*ck with no n*gga like Hercule, I couldn't be in the trap with no hater
I need a b*tch who way stronger and badder than Eighteen and still about stacking her paper
Sliding like Jaco, I keep me a beam
I said it's best not to step to my team
b*tch, it's young Dewey, I stay with a band
Yeah, I stay with a band like I'm chasing the green
The way that you came ain't the way you gon' leave
I keep a couple of tricks in my sleeve
I know some youngins gon' come for the throne
I've been known as the heir since before you could breathe
I feel like Bardock, you don't see the vision
If you saw the vision, you wouldn't believe
I want a taste of the fruits of my labor
I'm hanging with Turtles, I'm staying with Trees
My shorty Annin, she simply a giant
Like Broly, no time for the b*tching and crying
I'm feeling divine like I'm sitting with Kais
If he talk, cut 'em short like he switched it to Kai
I pop a bean, that sh*t don't get me high, when I'm puffing on Nimbus, I feel like I'm flying
She said my pockets was getting too fat, so I told my lil' Buu, we should go on a diet
Pull up like Goku, when I chill with Po, if I beef with my bro, I see both of us dying
Came with a beam, and I slid with the ice, when I pull up on n*ggas, they think I'm a tyrant
[Interlude: Connor Quest!]
Ay yo man! Oh wait, that's-that's the wrong tag, that's the wrong tag, I got energy to spare, I got like a bunch of it, let me-let me tell you how much I got

[Verse 2: Connor Quest!]
Just had a monster, a Red Bull, relentless and ten full scoopes in my G-fuel cup now
So damn wired like an Android, plug into the mainline grid cause a city wide shutdown
I'm in the best of my form, so adept at performance get standing applause from a tough crowd
Your sh*t is actively harming the rap environment with all of the junk that you pump out
That link in your bio's degrading
A waste of engagement like an unfaithful fiancée
Beyond saving, for God's sake get him off stage
It's just f*cking painful to watch, mate
Who let him cook? sh*t was tasteless and half-baked
My sh*t an eight course, banquet with chardonnay
f*cking fake weebs tryna grab large pay
Bro probably pronounce it as kay-mey-ha-ma-me
Gotta look dapper and bold
Plastered in Gold, giving that aura of showbiz
I need the fashion and clothes
Swaggiest coats, I need that sauce like a Doujin
I keep the circle close knit
Looking from the outside in, they be so p*ssed
'Cause I be thrice times the size Piccolo big
Shame you were certain on burning the rope bridge
Now it's curtains for those b*tches, oh sh*t
We done tone shifted, drip drip
Spilling cold liquid, I've told this
Over and over and if it ain't broke, then you don't fix it
They enjoy con like sold switches
I created this man in my own visage
Like the Holy Spirit
Tryna have that leg up on me, get your bone splinted