[Verse 1: Grand Cee]
First place...

I'm doing this shit, so microphones can be ripped

One of the Mic League's elite


Lot of you pop n***as
Yeah it's hard to stay afloat

Fucking with the Lab Techs is even worse for your health

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: ]

This ain't the tree life


We ain't a rap group


Extension of the Lord's word

[Verse 3: ]


Spit athletically trained game

I spit till your whole staff is ashy

And I ain't the type

Ya'll done put the pressure on

What you gon do when the camera's on you?

[Verse 4: ]


Frail n***as getting lost inside a couch crack


So modest we record with the lights off


They done did it dawg