[Intro: Illmac]
Uh-huh
Esem what up?
Milc what up?
Yo

[Verse 1: Illmac]
I take it back like, being too broke, to go on field trips, now we in the field tripping
We just built different, got roasted over free lunches now they look at me like the meal ticket
No ill will now they know Ill will get it
She got red bottoms like, Dorothy heel-clicking
Got that lean on me like Bill Withers, pop a seal, mix it
Extendo hanging off the pole like a skilled stripper
Drop jewels, I hit it on the nose like a pill-sniffer
Licks turn to opportunity knocking on my door like Little Richard
We just had to go for broke to get a lil’ richer
Now we summon ghosts with toasts, when we spill liquor
Real shit, just a star from the North, peep the Little Dipper
Back like, school dances drunk, rocking Hilfiger
Success story, folks from the block tryna build wit’ us
Back to that, all-white, Oldsmobile, ‘93
Red leather interior reclining seats
Mo-B sold me that for 700, was spending money from Dub-RC’s
[?] down pheasant and feeling like a king
Back when I was finding me, couldn’t find my keys
Locked ‘em in the trunk, underneath a pile of p’s
When Only sent ‘em south and got five apiece
Chuck a deuce up
Watching Mandalorian eating pupusas, from the Salvadorian food truck
Nán sent me the beat looped up
Slide wit’ my team like a luge and Cool Runnings, y’all just had a cool run, ooh
[Interlude: Illmac & Esem]
Old Sanka, Sanka’s egg head-ass boy
Then take it back like, like pogs you feel me?
Yo (ay)
Ay I never had the slammer but that shit was lit

[Verse 2: Esem]
I take it back like I ain’t mean what I said
When everybody rocked a pair of J’s but I had the Filas instead
Or the all-black K-Swiss, fast forward now I cop mad Asics
Tryna front like I’m not that basic
Though I ain’t rich but these days I’m hardly ever broke
I stay lit, carne asada block party wit’ my folks
That A’s shit but some day it’s like I’m on the other coast
‘Cause my playlist skip from Roc Marci’ to the Strokes
Rapping over loops you know I dug it if I dug a sound
Soul-seeking like back when we was downloading underground
Running ‘round, chasing this cutie booty was something round
That was back a couple hundred pounds, I ain’t running now
Casually walking into her DMs if I love her style
Like ‘I ain’t a player, I just look like Big Pun it’s wild’
Optimistic so I’m halfway in it if she chuckle loud
But also pessimistic so the chance is that she doesn’t smile
Fuck it I’ll, keep flirting while surfing my cousin couch
Eating Chinese, remind me of old commercials for Uncle Chow’s
Or was it Mr. Chow? Whatever used to hate being a kid but I miss it now
They never told me it would be so tough, being the illest out with no reward
For it like a young Milhouse as a missing child
Champion windbreaker vintage style
Even if it’s no winter ‘round, rocking the nostalgia I reminisce about baby
[Interlude 2: Milc]
Yo Wolf Side, Load B gang
Yo, Ill what’s happening?
Uh, you know what the fuck it is
Look
Yo (Lobo)

[Verse 3: Milc]
Take it back like Exotic or Nautica windbreaker
The whole team blowing through the money like Vin Baker
Rim-shaker Shawn Kemp, y’all talking nonsense
It’s 33 Hersey Hawkins, they jersey-shopping
She curve me often I don’t care, money been dirty-talking
Flirty even Herbie Hancock, while the Perc 30 blossom
They heard we plotting to pill-press an early option
After this run, we getting [?] popping
Blanco, Esem and Mac, they was stretching the pack
Lidocaine and NoDoz, whatever left in the sack
Exit the back, you flexing for who? You next to a rat
You ain’t impressing them hoes you was pressed for a rack
[?], best in the city better address me as that
My yadna, check in the trap while I make a check off these raps
It’s nothing, recovering, with ginger shots and Pedialyte
See me in flight, meteorite, fuck a media site
Avi know I lock the flow, sake got me sloppy though
Separate the Joffrey’s from the Jaffe Jo’s, I’m adios
I gotta ghost, we on the road
Running through ya’ roster, mask on like a DOOM impostor
Way I use the Oxford I’ma see a offer everyone out here moving awkward
Used to move that boom-shakalaka, smell it through the locker
I’m a beast, chupacabra
I’ll never see a problem, fall back and watch the money pile like leaves in autumn