Intro

Man, what the fuck is Lotusland?
Lotusland means a place or state concerned soley with or providing idle pleasure and luxury
Let’s go

Verse:
I’m doin’ all right, it’s just me and this knife and I’m keepin’ my ear to the pavement
I stay up all night and I sit and I write and my family, they say that I’m crazy
I don’t want to fight so I say that they’re right, and then tell them get back I got rabies
This room full of bark, I promise I bite, these rappers all suck, I put that on my life
I see you on TV, no you are not Stevie, but you make me wonder like how the fuck, why the fuck?
The river is dry, hip-hop is frozen, Tupac’s alive, he’s a fucking emotion
You are not hype, you could not know this, splash in your city, make waves and keep rollin’
I am the problem, the one you should worry bout, St Louis City the kid with the murder mouth
Never had nothin’, so I grew up wonderin’ what they had, I got it (?) (I got it, let’s go)
I put in the hurt and down for the whole underground
Sayin’ my name , better pull all them verses out, I will go thru you like fuckin (?)
You don’t want to battle, we pullin’ the hearses out
Let all the serpents out, off with their heads, ask if I see them, all I see is red
Come to my kingdom, demanding my freedom, I’m killin’ the messenger for what he said
You out of your mind and you know it, that’s that reek and this right here potent
Please don’t speak to me about a damn degree, I done plant my seeds and I’m sowin’
Hey, you do not know where my head is, you get on my ship then prepare for the wreckage
My mind it has slipped, left my heart unprotected and now I’m a monster
You get the message,(?) the credit, I am a menace
Hip-hop ain’t dead, it’s just servin’ its sentence
Phony ass artists got people on fences, their music is garbage, their fanbase is senseless

Outro: Ohhh… And I mean that shit. All you studio rappers out there with your autotune and your reverb ass havin’. Take your ass to the main stage. I want to see you prepare right now. Bar to bar. Like the Olympics in this bitch. I’m wearin’ the gold medal. St. Louis, we’re takin’ the gold. Shoutout East Coast, West Coast. Right here at no coast. Midwest. Missouri. MO,baby. It’s a Midwest thing. Moore Music. Saint Louis. And I ain’t really trippin’ off yall