[Verse 1: Elcamino]
Yo, yo, yo, hm, yo, I was, a hidden jewel spot filled with hidden tools
We was, livin' cruel for our 40 acres and a mule
It's really, different methods they wouldn't teach us in school
Some n***as stood on the block, 'cause they wanted new tennis shoes
Me personally, I milked the block for, all it was worth to me, shit (Hm-hm)
We ain't in no type of rush but we move in urgency, uh (Hurry up)
This here ain't for everybody, I did what worked for me, uh
Now the n***as that idolized me claim thеy ain't heard of me, uh
They prayin' on my downfall, that shit absurd to mе, uh (That shit absurd)
Especially when I'm in the spot where I deserve to be, uh (I'm right here)
Makin' magic, my Pyrex glass still in the kitchen cabinet (It's still there)
You know the methods, same stove, it's just a different address (Uh-huh)
They know my line, same numbers, just depend who askin' (Hit my line)
At first I wanted everything, now that's just a fraction

[Interlude: Chase Fetti]
That shit a fraction, n***a, uh, n***as done ran that up times of 10, look

[Verse 2: Chase Fetti]
The analytics read I'mma be a statistic (That's what they said)
Stayed on my grind and I turned this shit to commitment (Y'all n***as know me)
I prayed then I worked hard and turned it to my existence (Uh-huh)
You n***as watched for Jordan then take yo' eyes off a pickin' (Fuck outta here)
I'm a grown man, you gotta be kidding, you think you raw (Think you raw?)
You never mixed acetone with that soft (Nah)
You ain't never take that high speed chase with the law (Skrr)
You one of them n***as that get locked and start prayin' to Allah
You was Blood like a week ago (What happened, n***a?)
This cheese in my pockets like a pizza roll (Uh-huh)
Hit the dice game, that shit a G a roll (Let it back, let it back)
Listen, kid, don't play with this gun, you gettin' peter rolled (Brrr)
I know n***as rich off sellin' weed alone, n***a, uh
I gotta keep the chrome, these n***as live in wild trife (Pam, pam, pam, pam, pam, pam, pam)
Actin' like Mitch, reality, they Mekhi Phife' (Cut it out, n***a)
Over that broccoli, you'll get fried rice (Brrr)
Fuck rap, n***a, this my life (Y'all know me)