The Precipice lyrics

[Intro]
So I took it, haha, big up to K7, man, RIP, my n*gga, Marc'

[Chorus]
A n*gga scripted, wax upon racks watch me lift it
Like a MAC spraying turning 360
This that retina for a retina, Old Testament
Bill Bixby green excellence, exodus
Bless the clips
You could bet I’m on the precipice, uh
You could bet I’m on the precipice, n*gga

[Verse 1]
The flow switchin' like an undercurrent
Under current conditions, from bricks I wrote a sermon
From Eastern and Burton, dust off ether I’m lurkin'
Gust off Miami Beach, Augusta Peach twerkin' (Get it, baby)
The SK’ll make him lean, don’t need that syrup worked in
Fresh paint that’s I how I bleed, n*gga, watch me nurse it
Ruger never jammed, I could write my name in cursive
I came off Joy Road where it’s no happiness for certain (Nope)
Rockin' Timbs in the summer got the extra clips inserted
You behold a spectacle, my tech glow introverted
Coughin' on ya coffin, Lord, I wrote a church of verses
Got bodies on his hand like a hoard of hospice nurses
I cop the land, Louisiana Purchase
The Igloo trichomes, the cyclone herbalist
Big stalk I burn a crisp, Bluefin tuna dish
Whiskin' that gelato, smoke cloud Kilimanjaro
Slugs fly thru your pumpkin top, sleepy hollows, n*gga!!!!!!
[Chorus]
A n*gga scripted, wax upon racks watch me lift it
Like a MAC spraying turning 360
This that retina for a retina, Old Testament
Bill Bixby green excellence, exodus
Bless the clips
You could bet I’m on the precipice, uh
You could bet I’m on the precipice, yeah

[Verse 2]
Soprano Dreams, more beans, it’s more ops
For Ronald Green, gut a pig that’s a pork chop
I told you he a devil, that’s a warlock
He was in the Chevy when the Lord knocked
….Coretta Scott ….Queen on my arm locked
I’m 2 chess moves ahead, I catch a thief at the pawn shop
Short barrel and a longshot, long barrel and a short plot
Scorched his route (Boom)
YOU don’t even buy that bullsh*t you pouring out
Foreign account, I’ma fly off shore for an account
…….Labels tried to sway me, tried to pry me out
Sabre tooth tiger couch on my rider now (Gimme that)
I’m high as ever lemme fly you out (Let's go)
This the riot house, Otis Perry the grimy route
I had the will to move a iron mount
Your living will couldn’t cover my prior house
Let’s line 'em out
I cold case your entire worth then buy the hearse
Long stick, Willie Mitch on the drumwork
[Outro]
Marc' made it, n*gga