[Verse 1: Samuel Shabazz]
Ayy, how you feeling, Face?
N***as ran away from home, we ran from dealin', Face
Started rappin’, tryna stack up on a million, Ray
Never knew we had to live amongst a million fakes

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
And honestly I can't feel my face
Money motivate, money come with hate
Let her ride with the stars, she ain't in the Wraith
I can’t pass a piss test, I been sippin' drank
Damn bitch is you crazy, why you keep callin' me?
She don't want nun if she can't get all of me
Don't come with no pape if you ain't got all of it
Mindstate George Bush, tryna get the oil, yeah
What the fuck you sippin', n***a? Put some more in there
I can’t tell you ’bout the mall man I had to order that
Two K's, Kenan, Kel, you know I’m wit' all of that
Tell me how to lead the game? I'm the fuckin' quarterback

[Verse 3: Samuel Shabazz]
One thing I can never do is argue the truth
I’ll break it down for you, but it's harder than school
Need a Hublot and a two-door and a Harley [?]
If I let you n***as tell it I'll be partly the fool
N***as turnt they back on me that was part of the crews
When you turnt your back on me, I won't hardly confused
Neva turn my back on you, that was part of the rules
The world'll be fucked up if I did what you do
[Verse 4: Babyface Ray]
I got lobster ravioli, I got that for the crew
I got racks, yeah, they on me, she jumped right in the mood
I stood by the deep end and jumped right in the pool
I can still pull to the trenches any night with the goon
You gotta Amiris, so what
Throw it back, play my song
Blow a rack, n***as broke
They can't say what they want
They holding back
I was broke, man I swear I hated that, ain't goin back
She was bad but ain't shit, cut her off, no goin back

[Verse 5: Veeze]
Monkey on my back, cause I be trappin in Bape
Send a life guard yo bitch got caught in the wave
Ion smile alot, the clip look like a smirk on the Kay
Don't compare me to these n***as, that's a smack in the face
Been doin this shit since back in the day, I don't know nothin' 'bout basic
Same lil bitch who fuckin Ray wanna fuck me, think I made it
All these n***as wanna be my sons, I'll kill they ass like Kanan
Yeah, we write on paperwork, but, n***a, it ain't no statement
I showa n***a how to dress the white girl up, I ain't the Wayans
I hit a bomboclat with thirty shots like I'm Jamaican
We them n***as drip with choppas on us, Wavy Navy