[Intro]
It’s what we’re here for, having a good time

[Chorus: Marty]
No offense, never been average (Yeah)
Need to getaway, need a sabbath (Yeah)
Why they wanna argue about practice? (Yeah)
Shorty screaming at me like Khalid (Yeah)
My bad, I was being sarcastic (Yeah)
Poof, disappear like magic (Yeah)
Need the real thing, no plastic
Need a handout, ain’t got it

[Verse 1: Marty]
How you gonna FaceTime me without a text?
I’ve been staying inside, going out less
End of the line, no, I’m next
Why’s it gotta be rigged? Maybe I’m blеssed, huh?
Ayy, I wanna show the world we can all rеally be free (Woo)
Yeah, word to my cousin, my wodie, my brothers and P
Yeah, all that religion tradition, don’t bring to me
Yeah, I need revival can’t fit in one day a week

[Verse 2: 350]
Been a problem since four to the fourteen
Did this whole thing since four in the morning
From the state where the pimpsies was pulling
Couldn’t stop, couldn’t hold back, say it's all P
35, booking 95 for the whole team
Social club run, gon’ pass, to a low T
Marty send pack to the streets, make 'em OD
Fern running laps, he [?] plants, it’s the protein
Never relax, I’m going passed with the old me
Bumping advance, I got the [?] ‘em [?]
Look at your mans, he couldn't handle it, too much demand
You know the pressure been snapping us slowly
Who’s that? 35, you ain’t know me
From the east side of the valley, they throw ease
Wasn’t easy, was playin' hard with both knees
OE, here the payment for homies
In ‘03 it was panic and low pleas
Run away, rob bank, by the police
Young man not right but he told me
By the peak, con chief, tryna roll leaf
Had a plan, but the plan wasn’t for me
7 Gospels, stand up on both feet
Grandma lay hands [?] with a [?] beat
Let it fall down, bring heaven on earth, please (Three)
[Chorus: Marty]
No offense, never been average (Yeah)
Need to getaway, need a sabbath (Yeah)
Why they wanna argue about practice? (Yeah)
Shorty screaming at me like Khalid (Yeah)
My bad, I was being sarcastic (Yeah)
Poof, disappear like magic (Yeah)
Need the real thing, no plastic
Need a handout, ain’t got it

[Verse 3: Fern]
Uh, no limit to the flow, straight ‘bout it
Suckers exposed, straight outed
Uh, big faith move big mountains
Big Fern move big ounces
This that testimony, rest assuredly
Don’t be the next Jabroni
Those that know me know that my matrimony
Mean the world to me, more than racks and Roli’s
Look it, on the road to risk, I took it
You’re shooketh, I came to shake the game
All crooked, eating off the land, need a toothpick
The boy vegan, no beefm word to Ruth Chris
Marty on drums, all ruthless
Buick on dubs, I’m roofless (What up?)
And you only gotta wear it if the shoe fits
95, I’m outside with the new Timbs
I got jammed, never said nothing
Came home, got to work, see the bread coming
One time from my dogs and my dead cousins
That’s life, we gon’ live it, know that death coming
When things look bleak, who you rocking with?
We came to speak life, no stopping it (What else?)
It’s official, like you signed on the document
Vision like Oculus, see y’all do the opposite (Fern)
[Chorus: Marty]
No offense, never been average (Yeah)
Need to getaway, need a sabbath (Yeah)
Why they wanna argue about practice? (Yeah)
Shorty screaming at me like Khalid (Yeah)
My bad, I was being sarcastic (Yeah)
Poof, disappear like magic (Yeah)
Need the real thing, no plastic
Need a handout, ain’t got it

[Outro: Marty]
Huh?