[Verse 1: Z]
Walk a sick
Park, talk is sicker than the night after
Drink it like a white rapper
Wanna take my life after but fuck I'm amazing
I'm wanted with the psych after
Posted like a side actor
Tracks band like side flaggers
Relentless that he raise me
They used to call me baby till my testicles were swinging
Then we'll see part me
Arson, heat is entertaining
The Lord he couldn't save me, but my grandpa got my back
Fame
Rеligion's in the deck
My cerеbellum rearranging
Posted up on a pussy raps
I'm staying till my Southeast days
Only made myself relate
But fuck it can you blame me?
Sit back and let my LP play
Little homie Southeast angle
Rare with [this gutted?]
Live in a postal with my AC
Trynna make em hate me, cause my pocket's never aching
Money falling in reverse, my first verse is amazing
Urns burns that'll flame me
The dirts burned through a baby
We'll curb surf in the 80s
A worse fire than Hades
Cut to your dastard
And they'll laugh at me for all that I'm still practicing
But fuck it you could miss me
Don't wanna hand it to me and I'm moving
Pocket full of can of doobies
Turn a poof to Swiss Cheese
They're looking animated
Pantomime me, frequencies inaudible or fuck it I ain't listening
(I'm probably not listening)
I'm on my chrome
Man fuck shit
Fuck em, they don't like this
My people here with me
[Hook: Z & Charlie Muscle]
Pull up in the function like "homie who want it?"
Smelling like chronic
My people here with me
25 bottles spitting game like vomit
Brain go onyx
My people here with me
Straps on the waist get the fuck up
Let em all know
My people here with me
Straps on the waist get the fuck up
I let it all go
Cause my people here with me

[Bridge: Z]
My people here with me (x7)
Cause my people here with me

[Verse 2: Charlie Muscle]
You can call me killer Mike
From how I'm bout to kill a mic
Chasing down the Hennessy with lemon and a splash of sprite
Rolling up a swisher sweet
Contemplating half my life when half the time they had the lighter
Other half was battle cries
You have to fantasize about the way I rap my phantom lines
Kind of tricky
It's trippy on how the lines glide
Pushing like the blind sides
How them n***as getting in my blind side?
Creeping, they finna get side swiped
Bitch I'm fully loaded
Heavy medicated and I can't control it
Hoping my demons will keep from out my focus
While I power though this potion
No emotions when I tap into rage
Cage bears not the product of a poaching tree city
California
Ugly attitudes and better marijuana
But be careful when you come around the corner
You wait to see the power of god
Saving yourself from the controller
Catch a hollow in the middle of October
(Shots fired, let it rain)
I figured of giving the best that I could give em
But I fail to see manipulation coming
And the only option is
Stacking profit and expose em without even aim
Drop until they can't breath and
Watch em as they [inertly?] destructing out the n***as you could play with
Laying these bars like a cage spit
Making em sleep and see Z's
So you can either strap up or back up
My whole squad gon act up
We'll leave the here the last ones
My people here with me
Muscle
[Hook: Z & Charlie Muscle]
Pull up in the function like "homie who want it?"
Smelling like chronic
My people here with me
25 bottles spitting game like vomit
Brain go onyx
My people here with me
Straps on the waist get the fuck up
Let em all know
My people here with me
Straps on the waist get the fuck up
I let it all go
Cause my people here with me

[Bridge: Z]
My people here with me (x7)
Cause my people here with me