[Swank Daddy]
(Alright Ike, you ready, baby?
Do that shit
Yuh)

Put some sauce on the beats, let the streets get numb
Put your mind in the dark, here they come, here they come
Demons of the bat, here goes strike one
The busta missed so bad that he went for his gun
He aimed for my head but his shit got stuck
The second pitch came and cold fucked him up
And left his head on the plate as the game got called
But when you in SwankTown baby, that's how we ball
Onto the next obstacle as if it's possible
To fuck with a man who does everything illogical
When the shit's untouchable, best believe it's unstoppable
You and you little cards, you has better call an audible
I'm a quarter of a century, still busting this shit
You thought it was a phase till it laid you on your back
Thought you would roll one up, but you just turn into a slave
Scared to hold your own head down to your grave
Let them bustas tie your nuts up and hang you from a wage

[Mxlplx]
The moon in the sky, the cars in the street
How it feels to get so high, you forget how to speak
What it's like to stay inside, let's go to the beach
Let's go for a ride, nothing's out of reach
It separates and slides through my body on the creep
It expands and swallows me until I'm obsolete
Come tomorrow we, won't remember last week
The atmosphere's so thick it makes my thoughts disappear
Staring at the shit cuz it makes me feel so weird
So close to the fire, I've begun to feel the fear
Kill my human desires till I end up in the clear
Trip off to where my tires peel out inside your ears
Through the dark like riders, we've been doing this for years
[G Rider]
G Rider, G Rider
Young blunt divider, tips from an insider
Add a little shroom tea to the apple cider
The door of opportunity needs to open wider
A cheater and a liar, killing for the Fyre
I'm up in the air but I want to fly higher
Inside the divide we provide insight
Ride till we die, stay high in the daylight
Speeding towards the twilight
The devil whispers softly in the night

Inside the flaws of love, you see the grace of joy
Rapping, make it happen, thunder clapping is my ploy
Searching through existence, sin is just a decoy
G Rider, yeah boy!