[Lyric] FEAR LOATHING (Cartel Madras & Dom Dias)

[Verse 1]
Cut, cold, clean, on the precipice, perilous
Maxim's ride on my eminence
Set your pride on my petulance
Get your life off my elegance
Get your mind off my— (Haha)
Set your sights on my (Yaya)
Pay your price, still get nada
Can't be bought, I'm the baller
Can't be taught, I'm a scholar
Bitch, I'm your father
Booked them flights to Nevada
Legacy built like Zapata
Brought the armada, Armani or Prada?
I can't afford neither
I was in school like, bitch, I'm the teacher
Call me your leader or call to your past
I'm off the gas and I'm trippin'
I'm on the task, never slippin'
He's on my ass while I'm strippin'
He's in the class, but I'm skippin'
They callin' for me when he's missin'
[Chorus]
I'm gonna take what I take
Bitches might call me a snake
Bitch, I don't make a mistake
I'm gonna call out a fake
He's gonna fall for the bait
I'm gonna take what I take
Bitches might call me a snake
Bitch, I don't make a mistake
Someone, please, for Heaven sake
It look like these babies don't know how to play

[Verse 2]
Fear and loathin', Hunter S
Blow his brains out, he's impressed
He's in the back and he's stressed
I'm takin' his money and all of the rest
I got things to do, bitch, I'm the best
Make your moves, don't make a mess
Holdin' off 'til I cash the cheque
You can catch these hands if you try to press
Chop lines in the Chennai heat
We got wine in these Chennai beats
I got mine on these Chennai streets
I rock shine, hit these Chennai sweets
I got him all rolled up in my Chennai sheets
Like, yeah, fuck your passé beats
I'm gonna find a new way to eat
I sound like Freddie and Daveed and Yeats
Look at my lips and my teeth (Rah)
[Chorus]
I'm gonna take what I take
Bitches might call me a snake
Bitch, I don't make a mistake
I'm gonna call out a fake
Fake, he's gonna fall for the bait
I'm gonna take what I take
Bitches might call me a snake
Bitch, I don't make a mistake
Someone, please, for Heaven sake
It look like these babies don't know how to play

[Verse 3]
Python, grippin' you for some diamonds
All of my power and press for my siren
Black and blue EVA suit, I'm a titan
Bounty huntin' for some dick, I'm a— (Na-na)
Burnin' orange in the mist for a— (La-la)
Look at you and go, "Ooh"
Bookin' gigs for the new era
Look at me and go, "Ah, ah, ah"
Chop lines in the Chennai heat
Chop lines in the Chennai heat
I said look at me and go—
Chop lines in the Chennai heat
You should whine to these Chennai beats
I got mine on these Chennai streets
A new taste for this Chennai meat
A new fear and loathin' for the beasts