Distress
[Verse I]

Shoutout to the youth
Rappers like fruit of the loom full of poop
I'm shitting out truth
Wiping it with loot
Stanking up the booth
Dankest in the city in my splif thoughts, poof
Fuck iTunes spit rich without flow
Swift hykus got your kids hooked, elmo
Well bro, sounds like your ears broke
Mic's dope but I ain't hear one quote?
Flows cold enough to make hell snow
Sparking that fire rain, sleet, hail snow
They tryna stop our growth
Screaming hells no
Can't sleep on us dreamers
Especially whilst you at the show
Whilst you at the show
Suggest you take notes
But why you at the show
If you ain't tryna turn up
[Hook]

Turn up, roll then burn up
Till it's through, keep your chin up
Keep your chin up, stay strong no chin ups
Turn up, Turn up
Light that Turnip, Turn up

All my health lost tryna shake distress
We live in hell God, help us with distress
All my health lost tryna shake distress
Pain behind my chest feel like I'm smoking cigarettes
Fuck all these niggas I got bigger things to sweat
I give a fuck bout all these niggas
I got bigger things to sweat

[Verse II]
Turnips what we burning
Covered it in syrup
A bitch with no ass, like waffles without syrup
A lady with no class, like pizza without europe
Thought my plate was never coming
Now i hear them yelling you're up
It's more proof in the pudding that this life's what you make it
Anything can happen, we've seen Kimmy K naked
A black president
Free energy negated
And a past that was meant
To determine what our fate is
Fuck it, Turn up
[Hook]