[Zizo Kodi's Verse]
I shoulda coulda packed a couple digits
Rolling up the symptoms
Now I'm asking them to hit this
I dream, that when I roll the dice I'm making cream
And when I see the cream is when I'm stopping on my dream
So jiggy to the side a little
Homie strapped at the waist
So just chill and giggle, while we riddle, And fiddle with the man in the middle
Use your girl as a chisel, we just bang and skittle
Skittle after skittle, colors of my rainbow green
Just like the weed dog machine
Loud a couple doobies and laugh at Mister Bean
When the cops pulling up, it's bang, a dirty scene
Brown, that's when you hear the sound of a couple black thotties with a baby around in them blue
Color of my cap bitch you knew, yes it's true
Also my uber too
Purple, catch me in the uber with my lean
Hop out the car black timbs on the scene, Hop out the car black timbs on the scene

[Matt Junior's Verse]
I'm the indigenous lyricist, vigorous
Multi-syllabic, killing it when I envision these images
Limitless as long as I got potential with this paper and pencil, Monumental
Every line I spit, it is detrimental
It's essential that I assemble these sentences when I reminisce, It's evident I make it look effortless, fly like emirates
And I'm getting high on the low
And you know I got that drive so I got my eyes on the road
And it's bye to these hoes
Cause I don't want to take the wrong steps or be a convict so I'm not following in Akon's steps
Staying in my context, also to my concepts because they complicate
And they make it too complex
So for me, it's back to basics, Not talented just infatuated
No other options popping
Therefore I have to take it, have to make it and also keep my passion high
These instrumentals are meals
And I'm building up my appetite
So pass the mic, I'll reach the peek
Of my pinnacle pivot through all these imbeciles, couldn't kill them with kindness so I did it with the syllables
And it's junior and I'm over and out
And you know I'm not stopping until I'm over the clouds!
[Huy Win's Verse]
Mind in a lunchbox
That's food for thought
Your brain in a nutshell
That's peanut talk
Ideas can't be traced even if you connected the dots
Shit that can't be bought
Mind in a suitcase
I'm minding my own business
Fine tie with the shoe lace but like my lawyer shit you bout' to witness
The patron flip this
Sky looking up to me
Devil had to gulp and grip this
So why the men of hip-hop culture wanna try
Yall' got bills to pay but life deny, science don't lie, but it rules
Laws that can't be broken, I created a legacy, and destroyed for what you matters
Grab that bitch life and I stabbed in her bladder
That Alice said your in for the mad hatter
I broke physics and God had to fix it
No diapers around my mouth so you know I keep it shitless
I shit not
Now tell me when the dots stop
The picture it create is just a crop
Like UFOs, I'm about to drop
Put your hands up like your dealing with the cops
Either way, you are sure to get shot
Uh, Bang!