[Intro]
Nicky, man, why you do this shit?

[Verse 1: AK]
Now presenting that n***a who’s testing the strength of the message
Pray for my vision and pray for the section
Pray that my wisdom can face what is destined
Pay for my bitch if she pray for my blessing, woah
Made a mistake going in for the seconds
Got me irate, can't even finish a sentence
Write me a pension my future is paved out
Shuffle my shit to the safe house
Cop me a whip then I pave out
Weighed down, brakes down
Drifting them corners I’m late? Wow
Hope all my n***as done made it out
No roof, '95, bloaw
Peanut butter inside, wow
Wide body, big body, loud
Big naughty, no bodies found

[Chorus: Chilly Boi]
I’m rollin', I’m rollin'
Can’t stop it now
No foldin', No foldin'
It’s fair or foul
I told 'em, I told 'em
We drain 'em out
I’m rollin' I’m rollin'
Can’t stop it now
[Verse 2: Chilly Boi]
Gun blast but I'm already running
Sit coach 'cause I ball on a budget
Run up on me I’ma hit 'em in the stomach
See my fit you can look don’t touch it
Automatic, been a savage since day one
I got the world on my labrums
My fam' about 'em you say none
Getting that green, Draymond
Life is a marathon, R.I.P Nip
Remember the legends, don’t ever forget
One day I'ma be up on that list
But right now, I’m still learning my shit
Learning my craft, busting my ass
They talking stupid, I put 'em on blast
I gotta school 'em, I'm bringing the facts
Y’all smell that? These bitches is trash

[Verse 3: Sam Wright Coastal]
Call me Home Depot
'Cause you know I got the racks (Hey)
Call me Prince Zuko
'Cause I’m fire on the track
More like Aang when I bang, ranged aim on the thang
AK make 'em sang bring pain to your name
Red paint make a stain, fake brain finna ache
Leave a lake from his brains on a window pane
'Cause I control all four elements elegant rhymes devilish lines let me define what a hell of a time is
Pipe lined in my jeans like an elephant mime
I'm interrupted by her guy, but to hell with his timing
She a dime, got five each side 'cause her legs were divided
Left her celibate, then pedal to the medal, quick riding
Oh shit, I'm to high for this
'Cause I’m flyer than a pelican
Like Zion with the left and shit
It's setting in, I'm ten out of ten
You could pretend that these rappers got pens that are better than his
But you’d be telling a fib and I just tell it how it is
[Chorus: Chilly Boi]
I’m rollin', I’m rollin'
Can’t stop it now
No foldin', No foldin'
It’s fair or foul
I told 'em, I told 'em
We drain 'em out
I’m rollin' I’m rollin'
Can’t stop it now