 Constantrista, you're conscious, so be cautious. If you call for it, we leaving corpses. The causes of the coffin is the broken closet. Skeletons in my closet. Tomorrow's never promised. Never mind it, because we immortals regardless. Real Gs moving signers like my designer. Intertwined with the timeless divine. Higher powered, I was dripping in the gold since a miner. Sitting on my throne, overlooking my empire. Resurrection and real, you niggas fake. Never second guessing, I kill, so choose your fate. Because I'm born when I'm with the Potomac.