[Joey's first verse yet to be transcribed]

...[?] had to come across Jay STEEZ
I hustle bars I ain't talkin' up these pumpin' broads
Fuck these broads
Then I pass 'em off, to the Prodies
Yeah Stee' Old/O E, shit
Got the, non-school flow beat
Shit cuts like the sword of shinobi
Butter knife rappers can't clone me
Heard that's from [?] when I was always listenin' to his old tapes
But that was back at '08, now my flows great

[Joey's second verse yet to be transcribed]

Got Christian flow, more like the pistols flown
Nah forget it bro you ain't know I'm an Indigo
Spittin' simple flows when I'm with the Pro's, here we go
Got, my shoes on [?]... flow
Gotta glow, uh
Like nightsticks and I ain't gotta write shit
And I don't even write checks, shit
I'm just trying to remain righteous
And, trying to see the price if it's right, yes?
...[?] pass it ... [?] right back
Joey why you the only one spittin'?
Like you nicest?
[Joey's third verse yet to be transcribed]

Fuck the dream, everyday's a dream
Astrophysical when I spit it though
No instrumental though, uh
It's my man here Rokamouth
If you talkin' shit, 'ima have to block 'em out
Knock 'em out
Shit, I turn the lights off
I don't need the right song
N***a I should write more, uh
That was wrong, right?
I don't even know
So I left it off