[Intro: Ca$his]
Sup n***as
It's Capo, Bogish!
County Hound 2!
What up 'Natti!
[J Speck?] what up my n***a, ah, aw man
Smoking this good [Dust Storm?] fuck it
Got my n***as sad, where my n***as at?

[Verse 1: Ca$his]
I'm stepping off the cross
I'll put a bong inside the hole in my palm and smoke a bowl before I'm taking off
I mark nonsenses, [?]istic when twisted
Pinching for when it's so much to die, it's self-inflicted
Care to see calcuating, captivated when low dough
I'm worser than that demon that's coming back after Satan
Praying that God give me the energy of infinity
'Cause I mirror he with my lyricism delivery
With hoes balling the hole like I'm Pistol Pete
Just a Masta P, I gave her my ghеtto D
I'm going through these lettеrs like a spelling bee
Slickly like Eric B. and Ra, check out my melody
Speech tweaks, methamphetamine pedigree
Cops forget my felonies and let me be selling weed
78 to Langley, I'm Southside crazy
Separate me from lames like Apartheid raised me
[Refrain: Ca$his]
Smoke or ball with me
N***as think I'ma fall off, ain't never happen
You hear me? Bitches!
Haha, hahaha
Take a break or bounce back n***a
It's Bogish!
Suck a dick n***a (Where my n***as at?)
(Where my n***as at?)

[Verse 2: Young De & Ca$his]
Done spent too long in the making
Load the bong up and blaze it
Take a hit, yeah that's my shit
Feel my chest 'bout to cave in
Say my soul need saving, this a special occasion
Me and Ca$his make classics you could go to the grave with (Bitch)
They make pistols for problems, got pills for the pain
Off this game, I made every dollar I got to my name
And that's why I don't explain, n***as hustle backwards, wonder why they don't obtain
No Urkels in my circle, only real ones will remain
Wait to Kurt Cobain
This anti-social rolling with n***as going postal, they don't know you
They was sleeping on the first one but they wake up when the hearse come
You getting it, now they wanna say you don't deserve something
That's why I make 'em pay for every day they make me wait for it
And keep a pistol, no one said that it'd safe for us
[Verse 3: Ca$his]
N***as ain't 'proaching me folk, I got a scope in the coat
[Shimy/See me?] me right through your throat, he hit the water and float
I'm feeling closer to God like I done prayed with the Pope
.44 hit your [?], he [cut?] up, crashed and explode
Nowadays it's too soft, I think these n***as some hoes
And I ain't falling in line, I keep it real like a spoke
I got my wife and my kids, I give a fuck 'bout a bitch
You wanna ruin my life 'cause you just sucking my dick?
I put the hood up for good n***a I'm wilding and [Suge?]
These suckers head in the wall, who put his dick in the mud
Shotgun pop 'em like Elmer Fudd
'99 I was rocker up, slanging drugs
After that I was locked up, lame as fuck
And fuck going back n***a, get paper son

[Outro: Ca$his]
Got my bread n***a
Broke shit ain't for me, let's get this money n***a
I'm on the ave. n***a, right back at you, yeah
Where my n***as at? Where my n***as at?