(Intro)Kutt and Tech talking
Hello? whats up n***a. ah shits slow motion man. I know shits been fucked up since we been on tour man, you now what I'm saying, you ain't really happy about the way shits been going but we bout to hit this road again man, get some more of this skrilll you feel me. it sound good man but you know shit, the fans ain't feeling this shit n***a, you know make a n***a wanna go back to hustlin you know what I'm saying man, time gets hard out here n***a you know I'ma do what i gotta do dawg foreal

(verse1)
I crawl up from under a rock and I dust my shirt off, stagger my pants and proceded to wipe my smirk off, cause what I say was something crazed, this cold world done forced me back into my evil ways, I asked the lord for forgiveness but I dont think he hear every single time I reach in my pockets I come up empty, the fans dont make a diffrence when they solely on that Tech shit, so I ain't gotta choice but to rejoice and let the tech spit let my nuts fall I'm thugging I bust off in public ain't no mercy up in these streets because its ruff, raw, and ruggid, dont help when the d.f.c.f steady kickin down my door my baby momas on some bullshit tryin to raise the child support, walking tall in my hard hat, trying to protect my brain, and I'm pulling esayall to keep my mama off the cain, it's so insane I'm feeling wreckless, doing your body harm I wear my bitches as a necklace and your life is in a jar, but something's gotta give!
(Chrous)Kutt and Tech
Kutty i'm bout to take you state to state make some cake you don't have to wait for the paper chase, something's gotta give!, bloody we contemplate to make you great don't make mistakes and make this day trying to make your way, I said something's gotta give!, Kutty i'm bout to take you state to state make some cake you don't have to wait for the paper chase, something's gotta give!, bloody we contemplate to make you great don't make mistakes and make this day trying to make your way something's, gotta give!

(Verse2)
Mamamamoney by all means is the mission, going all out cause I can't feed my seeds with the wishing, young black, and I'm gifted but don't match the description of some rap that you listen to don't grab your attention, I'm up against a cliff man, and can't fall off cause I'm to close to the edge gotta do something for bread, I need some wind beneath my feet, can't pretend that this is sweet,right or wrong search high and low I need some ends to make it meet, so don't talk to me about hell when I'ma product of these streets, I got death and jailegy from more deproducts from these streets, and whichever ones in stored for me I'd proply be at peace, so at night I pray to god hopeing before I fall asleep, make it better for my children and a new life for my mother, a blessing from you truely and a father for my brothers, and if this music pay me like it supposed to watch us live cause if it don't then I might be going post to skrill, something's gotta give!(back ground yelling)
(Chrous)Kutt and Tech
Kutty i'm bout to take you state to state make some cake you don't have to wait for the paper chase, something's gotta give!, bloody we contemplate to make you great don't make mistakes and make this day trying to make your way, I said something's gotta give!, Kutty i'm bout to take you state to state make some cake you don't have to wait for the paper chase, something's gotta give!, bloody we contemplate to make you great don't make mistakes and make this day trying to make your way something's, gotta give!