[Intro: Nems]
Yeah, yeah, ignorant genius (Q-Unique)
I mean, obviously (Nems)
We know there's difference between right and wrong (yup)
But obviously, we don't give a fuck (obviously)

[Verse 1: Nems]
Yeah, n***a
Fuck Your Lyfe send a shot through your body (rrrah)
Beard so big that they think I'mma Ozzy [?] (As-salamu alaykum)
Fatigues with the gore-tex (yeah) for broccoli
Stomp a n***a all mermaid ass properly (take that, take that, take that)
I'm out here till it's all mine (all mine)
Big right hooks to your jaw line (bum)
With broke back to work and wax paper in hand, fiend sniffing sand off the Coney Island shoreline (true story, uh)
Guarantee you, it's all real (yup)
Knock you out, n***a, with the shootout I use your force, chill [?]
"How this white boy get away with saying n***a?"
Cause this white boy ain't a white boy, go figure (motherfucker)
I smack rappers out of Jivenchy (pop!)
That body from [?] still haunts me (facts)
That's why I keep the gat in arms reach
She was a little, n***a, I was fucking your auntie (n***a, huh)
This little n***as can't harm me, uh (you don't remember I was walking through your crib with my dick out, n***a?)
Yeah, fuck outta here
Who the fuck said I'm done, n***a? (yeah)
I go to clubs to fight with the bounce, that's fun n***a
Just finished with your girl, you're a cum getter (condom)
Fuck outta my face with them vans, you bum n***a
My girls' ex just died in a bike accident (fuck your lyfe)
Well, that's one less n***a, I gotta smack her shit (blaow)
It's all about money, let's get back to it
I said back, but I ain't never went away from it
Rock you in a cheap bone, watch your face plum in
[Verse 2: Q-Unique]
You bent over and delicate, I'm straight rugged
You chow dirt with a blow out and a great mullet
Fuck your love, welcome to the hate summit
The balance of demons and Jesus, give you the grievous
Gorilla, Capital, ignorant genius
I got a sick shooter, the clip boomer, loosin on it
Intruder, the skin bruiser, you can never win, loser
Yo, let me get a filly
Caught a water in the Wall Street Journal, ignorant genius shit
This is ignorance at it's finest, mindless entertainment
Fire nines, shatter your spine and then you're brainless
Nameless assassins take a name of your captain
No shame or compassion, the flame is just blastin'
Gather and drip saliva red, leave 'em bleeding dead
On the hunt for [?] and beat 'em dead
On the blacklist daily, from smackin' his Daisy
Consider back pedallin', I'm batshit crazy
As if a psycho was holding a ball made of guano
Giovanni [?] playing on bango
My brain is all shuffled
I bought off an octagon shaped cage and engaged in a scuffel
I say my cranium's a goner
Andy Serkis smugglin' vibranium out of Wakanda
Ya heard? I don't need you to cosign
My clique is stampede through your streets like a horde of [?]
And I'm a cool mind