[Hook: Lauda & The Yung God]
Swear to God, it was a dream
In the basement, we'd plot and we'd scheme
Got the burner, that's just for the fiends
Now my wodies, we all on the scene
And I got what you need
Yeah, I got what you need
Yeah, I got what you need
All for the dream, now we all on the scene
And I got what you need, yeah

[Verse 1: The Yung God]
Talking to me cause I got what you need
The yellow, the purple, the white and the green
Bag full of work when I pop on the scene
Drugs and money, nothing in between
Just got the script and it's full of the 10's
Bout to pop one and go do it again
Out here just taking them drugs with my friends
Just playing, it's me till the end
Stay with the Percs, selling the Dirts
This ain't a job, but I stay with the work
Creep in the cuts, stay on alert
Fuck with The God, go and get yourself hurt
Fiends hit me up like, "dawg, what you got?"
"Got what you need, got it on lock
Come through right now, I'm up in the spot"
So fucking high, looking down from the top
Purple stuff all in my cup
Purple stuff got me on stuck
Off them drugs, you know wassup
Live From The Plug
Purple stuff all in my cup
Purple stuff got me on stuck
Off them drugs, you know wassup
Live From The Plug

[Hook: Lauda & The Yung God]
Swear to God, it was a dream
In the basement, we'd plot and we'd scheme
Got the burner, that's just for the fiends
Now my wodies, we all on the scene
And I got what you need
Yeah, I got what you need
Yeah, I got what you need
All for the dream, now we all on the scene
And I got what you need, yeah

[Verse 2: Lauda]
Fucking this bitch in the back of the yard
Couldn't believe I was going that hard
We drinking and smoking and always stay barred
Don't call me a loser, call me avant-garde
I'm gone in a moment (moment)
Couldn't believe it whenever I'm on it (I'm on it)
All of my Backwoods are so full of chronic
Some Gin in that Tonic
So is it ironic, that that got me feeling mnemonic? (faded)
All of these trees they are grown hydroponic
Blowing those rings like I'm running with Sonic
And coughing all day from the things that I smoke
Taking these steps so I stop being broke
I pour purple on blunts and I let that shit soak
There's no need for that now, we too faded to toke
You run that shit back cause you think I misspoke
And I'm using these bars as a method to cope
And you're asking me "Yo, you mean lines of that dope?"
Can't confirm or deny if it is what I invoke... Woah!
Watson got me faded too often
Covered in green, like I'm playing for Boston
Try to massacre me, end up in a coffin
Just fucked up the flow and the rhyme scheme, I lost it

[Hook: Lauda & The Yung God]
Swear to God, it was a dream
In the basement, we'd plot and we'd scheme
Got the burner, that's just for the fiends
Now my wodies, we all on the scene
And I got what you need
Yeah, I got what you need
Yeah, I got what you need
All for the dream, now we all on the scene
And I got what you need, yeah