[Verse 1: Cal Scrubby]

I was 22 when I starting rappin'
I'm 24 and I haven't started stackin'
So Cody let's get it crackin'
By 25 I wanna have an Aston
So I can hit the gas
A hundred fifty on the dash
And probably crash, but fuck it
I'm only rolling with a fraction of my faction
Other half in Cincinnati where they happy just relaxin'
Actually they're stayin' patient ready for some action
Cause they know it's bound to happen when I cut off all these distractions
Man I thought it, I planned it
I mapped it, no atlas
Been studying the route, I bet you I could run it backwards
See, me and Dreamer the same, it's Peyton to Reggie Wayne
This shit is not a game, is not a game, it's like practice
I'm open to the question, all you got to do is ask it
Hopefully I'll leave you broken jokers with an open casket
Murder, murder, murder, dropping album full of classics
Hidin' money in the mattress, actin' like I've started trappin'
See the fact is, I'm feeling trapped in corners that I've backed in
Expecting me to dap some rappers rather than attack them
They talk a lot of smack about the heat they keep for clappin'
I'll be discreet and catch you slipping needing cleats for traction
UHH
I'm rocking all my under Under Armor garments
I'm a half-retarded artist but the dumbest go the farthest
Instead I'm going stupid, you assuming you the hardest
But if you could hear the shit you spitting you would probably vomit
I slow it down for those who can't process
When I flow like faucets
In the zone like 'Oh Shit' here he goes
With all this shit no one understands
Does he know that I don't want to listen
I just want to dance
Yeah I know that
I'm just thinking I should bring the flow back
Spend a little green on green, then I blow that
Picking leaves off of money trees; hope they grow back
It's all of the O-H, cause I feel like I owe that