[Yayu: Intro verse]
We gon be okay
I promise
(This. Is. Crack.)

Look
Excess audible thoughts tryna get a bag quick
Really felt loss then the needy bag hit
Niddy broadcast, then Niddy got lit
Hope out the casket, shit passin, fasten
A lil gas to the tint of my lips
Acting a fool? Tool packed, automatic
So less you a faggot then get off my dick
(It's my fucking LIFE. Anybody who tells me different can shut the FUCK up. Y'all don't KNOW me.)
(Adlibs from Yayu and Jeesh)

(Heheh, that's stupid...)
[Yayu: Verse 1]
F-F-F-F-F-F-F-Fuck it, I'll get it myself
Bitch I'm a fairy
But you ain't a god
So you can't be giving me hell
Pickup this hobby and start making bodies
I'm doing this shit for my health
Pickup the burner and metal, connect it, your shit isn't doing to well
(Awh, shit)
Show 'em the Jesus piece; he feelin compelled
Heat is egregious
Steel with a drum is a tropical buffet, I'll hit 'em with shells
Big rounds light up the wall like film reels (Ay)
Clip in his head and he dealt with (Uh)
Talk bout your ice you get melted (Uh)
Arms got him locked; full nelson (Uh)

Bud backed up like first in the dexs, I'm pulling cards with a sleight (Uh)
Handle a loss with grace? Bitch I just move with the L's like "nice." (Uh)
Integrated some truth when I write, cuz lying won't help me improve on the mic (Uh)
He tryna skate with the whites? Type-shit probably ruin your life (Uh)

[Bridge: Yayu, and Jeesh]
(Type shit, type shit)
I'm all about representation
Push you feel best on like every occasion
Word to my detriment; better get faded
He wanna scrap man, that boy is impatient
One shot get him sent to the matrix
A dumb thot gettin left if she basic
Type shit got me on veteran status
Wait-

[Jeesh: Verse 2]
You mean to tell me that you up in everyone's business how you 'on the block-'
Boy you just sipping some cock through with silliest straw
You want the bag then be patient and wait 'till your pilly wears off
I was just mindin my business until I finessed, then I had a brilliant thought
I looked around at my peers tryna do what I do and said really, it's hard? (What?)
I think these
Wannabe wanna be josh I mean I got the comedy and the beat and the harmony that everybody wanna see (Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop)
Stomping a pussy brotha up under me (Drop, drop, drop, drop)
Keep a killa around me and we got nothin in common (Got nothin at all!)

(Wait)
Rain checked wanna I pull up (Huh?)
Shit's what you full of
When the day come you were nowhere
How you gon tryna be a man? you was hoe there (Bitch!)
Boy, that you dropping I don't give a fuck (I don't care)
(It's my fucking life, you wanna fill my shoes, but you can't!)

I wouldn't pledge nobody my soul
Youngins' I ain't gon know when they old
So I don't be getting attached from my woes
You bout the work and get close (poof)
But sooner or later I pass you then I'mma be ghost (that's true)
Two weeks later you're calling me foe (facts)
I already know
Can already tell (it's crazy)
Goons pack the pistol up, on god they shoot it as well. (*gun sounds*)
Buck it like Clay drop mans farther than that Angel for living in hell (Bah bah bah bah)
I could take parts from people that don't advertise and I'll make that shit sell (Yessir!)
Cuz I been stuck with knowing dumb shits like you way more than I know myself (fax, fax, fax...)
Ah
Had to pack the punches, cuz this shit was a trip
Had to learn a way to shoot 'em, (Huh?) and yes I'm talkin clips (Pew!)
'stead of sitting round on my ass, I like standing up when I spit (I do!)
Came from doing chores for myself
Now I got hitters 'cross my list, bitch!

(Yayu first verse in background fading out)