[Intro: Godemis]
Man, man...
A lot, a lot of drugs
A lot of drugs going on
A lot of drugs, flying
Flying around
I'm an Autobot
These guys getting on my nerves man
Good talk
I know some guys
I know some guys who did it though
You guys

[Hook: Godemis]
We don't believe, believe, beli-eve you
We don't believe, don't be-, don't be-, don't be-, don't be-
Believe, believe you, you need, need more people
We don't believe, believe, beli-eve you
We don't believe, beli-eve, beli-eve you
We don't believe-eve, believe, beli-eve you
You, you, you need more people

[Verse 1: Godemis]
We wild for the night though
Mild in the mid-day
Easy like a Sunday morning while the [?] begins way
I'm old school
Running with a Walkman, talking three-way
Respect the writers and breakers but most of all the DJ
We all about the craft
They just trying to get the cheese
I feel like the world's a ball of clay
I'm here to shape believe
And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't
Trying to make some G's
Still I keep in my mind that
I can't take it with me when I leave
You could pay with your life
That only covers certain fees
Treat this money like it's honey
We some fucking worker bees
They look at us like we pussies
But they couldn't fuck with these
You are not Tony Montana cause you moved a couple keys
I know some bona fide killers who'll make a sucker freeze
And they ain't flashy with a bunch of money blowing in the breeze
These rappers telling tales
Record sales are off the [?]
And I will not be assimilated
Debated, n***a please
We don't