[Verse 1: Mike Dimes]
Liability to be obstacles of n***as doubtin' me
This the mission to get commission from just bein' prophecy
Cop designer for the whole family, I hope they proud of me
Who is hot as me? The only n***a who fit outside the scene

[Chorus: Mike Dimes]
Boy, we rollin' with the doors up, H-Town, slow up
Blow money when we blow up, there's dirty in this foam cup
Just keepin' my composure, the land of holy snake ways
Dap you up, then snatch you up, land of holy fake ways
We smokin' with the same gang

[Verse 2: Mike Dimes]
Cinco, where you at? Prolly in the back
David got the business, I know he gon' handle that
With Khalief, boy, you best believe, got a deadly team
If I got the vision all they gotta do is count on me
That's a fact, I just pulled up to the jet
That's the apple, n***a, wrote this up in Audiomack
Up in sixty tryna bring a couple shorties to the backroom
Show me somethin' good, treat your mouth like a vacuum
Hoes got a attitude, bitch, fix your gratitude
Finna hit a function, don't be actin' like we mad at you
We just tryna vibe, this my last night in the city
If we ain't fuckin', I don't see the point of fuckin' with you
[Chorus: Mike Dimes]
Boy, we rollin' with the doors up, H-Town, slow up
Blow money when we blow up, there's dirty in this foam cup
Just keepin' my composure, the land of holy snake ways
Dap you up, then snatch you up, land of holy fake ways
We smokin' with the same gang

[Verse 3: Zay3k]
I look at extended hands while I be saggin' my pants, and, uh
Friends turned to fam', and, uh, fam' turned to feds
And hella roam up, bitch, all they know is roll up, with poles up
And no, I don't feel bad because they smoked ya
'Member I was rappin', n***as ain't even show no love
How you say your dick hot, but I was there, you froze up?
You average, make the gang embarrassed
I used to pop wheelies for real, bitch, I ain't talkin' ferris
Then I met my n***a Mike, brother from a past life
I told my n***a, "Hold, this nothin'," then he took my advice
We turned to some evil mixed with good, twin who rap nice
Ever since, been with the same gang and that's a fact, right

[Chorus: Mike Dimes]
Boy, we rollin' with the doors up, H-Town, slow up
Blow money when we blow up, there's dirty in this foam cup
Just keepin' my composure, the land of holy snake ways
Dap you up, then snatch you up, land of holy fake ways
We smokin' with the same gang
[Outro: Zay3k]
What? Lil' n***a, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We smokin' with the same gang, n***a, yeah, hol' up, uh