With the sound, with the sound

Got myself up the ground

Yeah I know what I'm about

Still ten toes down

With the sound, with the sound

They want a nigga fall down

They just wanna see me drown

Ima shake the ocean

To the last drip

Diving in this shit

You can call me moby

Wrecking your whole ship

You know how I get down

Fuck around with wrong fish now

You get saws yea

Get with the sauce yea

Been around your shit too long never got along with it

You know my trip

I don't bitch

Give these niggas couple gold coins watch 'em get conflicted

This shit sick

Done with this!

I'm losing control yeah I'm losing my mind

I'm leaving all this shit behind

Like get with the times, get with the times

My life is right here and now

Shit is crazy what comes outta they mouth

And it's either about the account or the clout

Just when they thought they done figured it out

It comes and get them right where they didn't count

You fucked up when you did count me out

To you niggas I am no nominee?

Shit sucks for you now that I'm out

I laugh at you while you wonder where to flee

Ain't no escape from these waves

No, you can't surf, you can't skate

Shit is a merk, you getting slain!

You just get hurt you can't relate

I don't listen when they speak

I disconnect from the truth that they seek

Strip down all the human beliefs

You'll find out its deeper than what it seems