[Verse 1: 1100 Phats]
Drank in my cup, weed in the oven
Tell a bitch what she need to hear, bitch, ain't that other man
Hit the gas stash [?] double cup, woods and rubberbands
Bitch, shut the fuck up, while I count up these bands
No softball, I pitch the dope underhand
You fall off, nobody got you, you in trouble, man
Drac on me took the n***a hat, like he Trouble Man
No Bostin Richy, on my baby, I'm the bubble man
A lotta n***as hate me 'cause I'm great, I understand
Shit you n***as doing really fake, and I'm not a fan
Any n***a playing with the cake, I done washed my hands
Put a down payment on your life, I'll drop some bands
Yeah, I know these n***as doubt, but watch me win
All thе opps in the wood, put them in the wind
No mattеr what state I'm in, I can get them in
Dawg better not tweek up in this club, we got them switches in

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Crazy n***a from the 5th Flow, call me brother man
Ghetto boy, ride with three K's in the Cullinin
I was getting off the hard rock, but my brother scam
Fuck a friend, I got some love for you, you my brother then
Making plays for the family, had to cut them in
Got my ice [?] I had to rub it in
Touchscreen in my old school, it's a double [?]
Heard he ran off with that pack, oh, he in trouble then
Me and Phat fucking up the game, you boys some amatures
The world seen us come up from nothing, check the cameras
This fat n***a fuck your bitch good, plus I got stamina
[?] my number one fan, shout out my manager
Fuck n***as talking out they neck, but ain't gon' step out
Street n***a, reached into my bag and pulled some meth out
Bitch might be fine, but her pussy got reset [?]
Never worry about what people saying, I just kept grinding
Ran that bag up alone, to put my people on
Buying number 9, you n***as rocking all that cheap Calone
Treat the music like it's thairopy, you gotta feed the soul
Stayed down and grinded hard as fuck to acheave my goals