[Verse 1: SLYTE]
Beautiful day today
I really pray that I might not have to run in yo shit today
Because I hate when n***as be poppin' slick
But don't have no shit to say
Thats like me walkin' into the bank and fade
'Cause I don't have grip to save
I can't relate to the pussy, it's straight
Just please get the fuck out my face
You mad that I'm beige, and yo bitch on my case
Shit I would be too, but the fact gon' remain
That these bitches don't change, that I'm fuckin' deranged
Ain't shit you could say to me, too deep in the game to be Caught in charades, aight
Count my inches, fuck what haters whisperin'
That's my thing, aight
Fuck who listenin', I speak my intentions
That's my thing, aight
Fuck these bitches, count yo money up
That's what you sayin', right
Player player you sayin'
But these n***as ain't playin' it right
With another n***a trying to tell my story
You ain't sayin' it right
Gotta know me SLYTE, with a fee fie .45
And we ain't playin' tonight
I feel like the man because i am
You feel it right
If you feelin' like I'm feelin', this is how you kill it

[Chorus: SLYTE]
I'm the man when I walk through
If you talkin' business n***a, this is who you talk to
When you get it like I get it, n***a you can talk too
If you feelin' like I'm feelin', this is how you kill it (2x)
N***a

[Verse 2: Lysergic]
N***a
It's them Backhouse raw dog hooligans
Who is them grimy ghouls, barbaric fools
Clan mob force veterans
Third eye vibe, hoolah hoopin'
Ooooo I'm so jubilant
'Bout to loosen up these hoes and tracks
With a castric tube of lubricant
Liq sippin', bong rippin', racks
Dap, dippin' packs, blessin tracks
We invested some haters for later
SLYTE Work, man where they at?
Peach Ciroc with apple jacks
My n***a that's that alpha bomb
Then pack a bowl of Al Green, lean
Promethazine, Celine Dion
Aqua dreamteam, hunger taskforce
With the Ralph horse stitched to my motherfuckin' chest
What these bitches need,what these n***as want
Crunchin' dreams up, no n***a yup, fuck the rest
My mind so Ultraviolent, no push, prokaryotic
Misguided, fill my cell with the nucleus maximus my knowledge
All that yappin', what happened huh
(What happened n***a)
Sad as fuck 'cause them soft rhymes not not snappin' huh
(Not snappin' huh)
Quantum mechanics my asses
Lysergic sippin' molasses
RKO a hoe n***a, 6 feet deep in a casket

[Chorus]