[J. Dilla]
Who is it?
McNasty and n***as from the block to the bar
For the rimmy on the rocks
D-I we V-I-P, straight to the back
B-I-T, C-I-G, shake for the stacks
I place with the kick with the case to the black
One straight to the face with an ace to the jack
Let it pass 'round to my mans and them we drink up
Chinked up off gans and Rémy, UH!
Get the hand, get the gin, get the crisp served
Get the pen, get the yens, get the picture
One to the two, gun to the shoot
Cake boys in the club with funds through the roof
We got chips and clips with the grips
Sick with the whips, with the flip, with the fifh
Uh, what did Tip say sub ups sub ups
Alright, alright, gimmie the hook, the hook



[Alex Domino]
Its the jaded faded Hooligan
Wasted Skipping school again
Posted up with that tool again
Consuming hallucinogens
Chase ot with some juice and gin
Gallons of goose in the crib
Make her pussy loose again
Lit as fuck just how we live
(Yea) we Living // no fucks giving
In the crib chillin just me and my villians
Plotting on millions flip it into billions
Tryna make a killing Stack it to the ceiling
To live or die exist or survive
Give up or try spend ya whole life wondering why
Risk it all Roll the die
Don't conform or comply
Even if you may die
Its always better to try
[Jesus H. Macy]
Been to high to see the lows
Too low to the highs
The blood sweat and Fear
Tears that weve both cried
Over the many years
And under this blue sky
Contemplating the meaning the reason why we're alive I-
Yo
This that
History in the making
Dreams baking like a raisin in that son
Single mama raised this son
Now I'm outshining these stars
Taking Vacations on mars
Jay always Always raising the bar
Never pause


I push further I go harder
A born scholar
The young author
No college and no father
(Fuck em )


Te Jay Architect of this shit
Rookie but he spitting like a vet in this bitch
Ain't messing with this
Was destined for this
No questioning this
Yall destined to quit
No pressing the kid
Get it how it live
Know Getting fetti stacking the quid
You in the gutter i stay striking the pins