[Verse 1: RichyR.I.C.H.]

Abduct millions of white heads in single through the nose straw,
Them aliens be buggin' while buzzin' in their ET cores,
Domination probes into people, like a sex war
Kick her out the place, replace the world that was once yours,
Moving all bookie like wired men in the mafia,
Better catch that snitch, points in like a n***a quaditch bitch,
Stay scheming like TJ from reccess
To get high in life i success
I bet these lads are broke with no respect

[Hook]

In this factory, there's nothing here fucking old
Hot chicks but their actions all cold
N***as here are just bad to di bone
Girls are getting stoned while being boned
In this factory

[Verse 2: Johnny Esco]

Fire up this place
Stuck inside this maze
Tried to warn my friends to never smoke that haze
Been erected since year 7 like my shadow in mid-day
And i've been rejected from 11, what else can i say
Anyway, These days it's all appearance
It's either have a 6 pack or keep our arms distance
Smoke a blunt, and be accepted or have our own brains
Remember that this verse puts your family to shame

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rust.E]

Like bun everything, fam i focus on that mula
It's like hates trynna meausre my money like it's ruler
When shit gets hot fam jump up on the cooler
This ain't street fighter but i'll give a n***a haduya
I'm lovin' of my ob's, cuz my ob's their my codies
And i bop through the streets
Cuz in the streets you know they know me
That wrist might be glistening, look hard that's that rolly
And my n***as never get dropped, nothing like koscielny

[Verse 4: Zeu$]

Ready or not, here we come
Cuz it's the vikingz here to find ya
Oo la la la, refuge can be found with your designer
We're aiming higher
Similarities always seems to generate
And then come discriminate, cuz we refuse to regulate
Its seems to fit the mode more then they even seem to respirate
But hey its all enough to me contemplate
Sometimes i wonder if this life is all set out for me
I set and scheme, can't wait to lift this factory

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Johnny Esco]

A fresh rap artist, with thought of a Marxist
The hardcore arsonist, Johnny Esco stay slick
Always take insane trips, capoeria with a backflip
I'm always solo, never been a bobo
Shout out to cypress hill, cuz don't you know I'm loco
I'm trying to sleep, fuck it now I'm trynna creep
Shout out to fat joe and big pun, R.I.P
Now their in the grave son
Fuck it I'm going to heaven

[Hook]

[Verse 6: RichyR.I.C.H.]

Stay scheming like T.J. from recess
Multiply my income that produces her to undress
Potheads, roll seaweed to success
Deathbeds, enter rigamortis without fucking regrets
Pledge society, for how n***as rep
Buck clones their all slips
Forfeit when the vi flip
The shit we been through, what does this button do
Grab a biscuit, pull back, gravity on the fucking wrists