[Verse 1: billy woods]
Woulda, shoulda, coulda
All you hear from the do-gooders
"Play the game the right way"
Fuck that, launching thirty footers (Hibachi)
I'm out here cookin'
I got recognized at the Butcher, like
"All due respect, are you woods or you not?"
(I'll take the lamb chops)
Said he recognized the voice from somewhere
Listened to the tape and compared, over the years
I forget white people is born police, impressed (Yup)
I guess I need a new place to buy meat (Yup)
I dressed fish collar with the lemon cheek (Yup)
Just holler if you see the white sheets
I'll owe you one!
Chew on a roll of TUMS, video shoot look mad fun
Nickelodeon blunts, fake money in the sun, laughin' (Laughin')
Laughin' (Laughin')

(That shit is warpin' my soul)

Your favorite rapper can't afford to go broke
Or crack up, old fans crack jokes
Old boasts make for some cold quotes
Rappers dyin' in they sleep
I'm watchin' Mike Eagle on TV
It ain't just luck, Chief
Reunion album with the fucked up teeth
They clownin' you
But this how it be when hand-to-mouth
How you learned to eat
This what it look like when OGs come home with baggy jeans
Suspicious like, "It ain't nothin' in that weed?"
Confused like, "How it ain't no drums in the beat?"
Only certainty is he done with the streets
Told me if he go up again, it will end at the end of a sheet
Said "sometimes you just know you beat"
Sit on your momma couch and watch the game
Right here in your momma house, where I learnt the trade
I haven't been around, she showin' her age
Paid my respects
She's polite, but doesn't look me in my face