[Intro]
When this, when the time capsule opens the cognac will be over a hundred years old

[Mach-Hommy]
You know what I mean?
I’m the type of n***a like to just say fuck everybody and don’t even worry about that shit
You know what I’m saying
Cause n***as done showed me that they styling, all that
They fraudulent
So you know the same way like the barrel
You stealing like whiskey
The devil shit
Yeah, that’s how these n***as try to bite my style
And be trying to front on a n***a
You know what I’m saying?
Fuck it

[Verse:Mach-Hommy]
I guess this is the time where you grind and you tighten up
For every ghetto astrologer I’m gripping something Apollo [?] use to Nike it up
Known as the El [?] chapel
NY the [?] coming down the mezzanine scaffold
Black art dealing with some white trash spin around debutante princess this the realest n***as right now
I was in the white Jag, with a nice black and round [?] 9 [?] price tags
[?]
[?] lit the ribbons it’s like that
Airbag connoisseur
I keep my head in the clouds so even when I get down it’s on top of yours