GPS

Used to ride them skateboards, now we pushin 4 doors
Rubber grippin pavement slippin slidin through them corridors
Horrorcore manifested someone get the coroner
We duckin every corner, cuz we know all the coordinates
Say that you don’t fuck with me, to me that’s just unfortunate
But I don’t fuck with nobody, I’m the insubordinate
I pile up all my own cash, While you fuck with extortionists
Distorting correlation of «music» to what your portion is