[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
[?] daddy gotta re-up fast
No job, daddy gotta wear a mask
Shake the dice, roll it with my rent money
No safety [?] n***a act funny
Mac and cheese from a feend
[?] bitch house clean
Seen dirty bitches, but they IG mean
Smiley face with the eyes [?]
Drink yak, get my dick sucked, retarded
Nice face [?]
She wanna fuck, she love the Lox resume
My catalog of music is outstanding
I can turn into a star if I put my hand in
Jimmy Cimmle The Roots, bring the whole band in
No holliday for Thanksgiving
Just cause you alive to me, you living

[Verse 2: Papoose]
I don't gotta namedrop the game props, my thang pop
[?] Brooklyn, we real as Bankcock
None of these n***as could stand in Slay's spot
He opened doors for me, like the conductor at the trainstop
N***as is eating where they shit, living the [?]
Licking up dinner and crack out of the same pot
I got the same reputation Duaine Wade got
Cause I'm known to carey the heat, homie the gage hot
The more [?] more liers
[?] more buyers
These lames never been on my level, I'm more higher
Cross me, I'll fire my gun, crossfire
That's why they getting rocked to sleep, more tired
Gotta travel with your grip, u[?] fire
Don't ophiliate with n***as who [?]
My criminal record look like Richard, more Pryers
[Verse 3: Jon Connor]
[?]
You playing the role [?]
You n***as is bitches, you do [?]
[?]
[?]
[?] as usual
Red roses get dead roses, [?]
Disrespectful, won't spit a verse, I'll just spit in your face
N***a give me my space
I murder this shit
I'm solving the case
I want everybody hands high like I'm taking the stage
You n***as is hit or miss
I be killing with this lyrical shit
You wanna make
Runn away [?]
Hard to be the realest n***a in the room when everyone is fake
I love the hate, it's motivation [?]
[?]
I'm blessed [?] this shit is sacred
What the fuck you expect? Kay told me to Slay it