[Verse 1: Tom Pepe]
I got you
Yeah, uh
I'm puffing blunts for many months in a row
Your my buddy if you got goody and front me the dro
It's cold outside, only rocking hoodies and coats
My music makes you think about it, feels like nothing before
I pray to god, that there's a god so I can trust in your ghost
I feel empty when I'm hungry and got nothing to smoke
On the molly with these bitches tryna bustin em both
Hustle these flows, get it then go muscle the road, swerve it
Duckin a pole, on a hustle for dough
Hustle for shows, and damn sure ain't trusting a hoe
A lot of cats be busting flows, but they ain't touching me no
Check the people, for people who fucking evil
Keep the G code, family first then my amigos
High as seagulls, when I die put me on c-notes
When I was young I remember I would use the cheat code
But now my steez so clean it's like a free throw
On Greek row we used to stir it up like Steve Biko
Now each week I'm feeling weaker than the week before
Bleaker than my sneakers on a peak I never reached before
Walking home at sunrise, feeling knee deep in snow
It's unreal but shit I guess it's how your trip could go
The living room so cloudy used to live in smoke
Yup
That's all we do, we just live in smoke
Off the loud swerp the sound if you didn't know
[Verse 2: Tom Wilson]
Funny you surprised we here, when you saw that we coming
While we ain't stopping for nothing, til we dropping a hundred
I do this for my brother, mom and pops and all of my cousins
Also for you, and you, and you and every block where you bump it
Hop in your bucket, pop trunk it, go and knock it in public
Cause this beat rot like an onion, my DJ chop it and cut it
So we don't have to stack no gwop I make it hot on a budget
Understanding that it ain't gotta produce pop it to love it
I've heard the subject I was judging all the coke that they doing
A hypocrite hitting the spliff can still smoking an losing
Supposed to be showing, improving through the flows that I'm using
Hoping this music opens you and all your folks to the movement
Cause with no school and slow and stupid, I was chosen to do it
Making a killing off dealing, or living broke as a student
Your closest homies gon' skew it
You gotta focus and view it
I've been feeling hot headed at cats that I'm supposed to be cool with
Tired of being left for regret and a lot of remorse
But to the ones that stayed down, I got you of course
And to my pops when I'm rich, I'mma cop you a Porsche
But right now this ain't shit, just my thoughts from a porch