[Verse 1: Chuuwee]
My barbershop rhyming
Quest told him what's a goon to a grown man
Tell Houston we've got a problem
We have lift off so tell 'em that I don't want to land
High as fuck I said it before
I came to bring the pain hardcore
You Aries Spears, I'm Aries the god of war
Better be Gэs in my palm when I perform
Keep calm under pressure if you don't give us alarm
Then a bunch of killer bees going to swarm like a swat team
Game cold I heard just like a iceberg
N***as try me I turn 'em Rodney, hockey
Get beat down, do you got me?
Sock it to n***as like a bopper, boxer, Ali
No n***a tops me, I place tips
On whoever try to stop me, a net never caught me
Get 'em drunk n***a, sloppy
A n***a pop me then I'll be a new Pac, Veli, Maki
Me and my team moving at mach speeds
You twenty per hour and I's mach-3
Copy cats be trying to jock me and mock me
Label booked my flight, yours was not free
Oxycontin got me
Yelling out ollie-ollie oxen free, she yell papi
Yeah, yeah n***a who got beef?
I bust raps like I chop trees
I chop trees then re-up and re-cop seeds
Green thumb then I take it back to the block streets
And n***as lift off
C-section n***as probably pissed off
Better cut your bitch dog