[Intro: Kirk Knight]
Got it all right, all weak and shit, uh
Check, check, (turn my level up), check (one time), check

[Verse 1: Kirk Knight]
Okay vanity and insanity gives me my fuckin peace of mind
Shootin' ten millimeters of thoughts, that's just my peace of mind
Give me mine, I gotta go, I gotta eat, I gotta shine
This is my generation, confederation see through lies
Treaties of BB bread me bean bc beegee of fiji water, fuck you comin' from?
Dickhead man, you fuckin' up, militant or long-shot, give me bread and then I play my part
And apparently parently until I see through dark
To the playground, don't play on grounds until my kingdom comes
And if your body is a temple then let that kingdom come
So check if Hell freeze over, then we're all over
N***as shootin' down the range in a Range Rover
Heroin in a Range Rover (Rover) and it's all over
Check

[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]
Tell me what they want from me
Fuck that shit, roll up the trees
Life ain't nothin' but a lucid dream, but I must admit that I could use the cheese
King Capital, seen so many colors, got blackened thoughts
In a psych ward with a mic cord, they can't say nothin' to him so they backin' off
So I snuck in the room like a elephant, you can't hide the truth and that's evident
Take a puff just to find where Heaven is, that's the stuff that they grind for the smell of it
Givin' the cops a reason to stop, got the 47, not the beams and the Glocks
Third eye wide, I'ma aim for the top
I made that shit from the cream of the crop
[Chorus: CJ Fly]
They just mad 'cause I'm the n***a that they wanna be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be
This for all the chicks that try to even front on me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Middle fingers to the n***as makin' fun of me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
This for all my n***as that be eatin' bun and cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese

[Verse 3: A La $ole]
I said peace to the gods, you know we cruisin' on that highway
Shorty said that I'm a big mack, I'll have it my way
Woah, let's not take it so slow, come to the crib and get with a Pro
I'm kickin' the flows that I pick like a 'fro
Keep it on swank 'cause that's how we roll
How we 'posed to kill these tracks? I don't even know
My rhymes all dope, white snow for noses
The four for poses who fake the showbiz
I go nuts, so you n***as roasted
Young King Tut, pharoah to most men
My fly is golden, my eyes is open
Shorty, what's the deal, can I get open? I interscope it
I spit it so raw, I live in the stars
We chillin' on Mars, the king of it all
Space-born boy, I shine like bald spots
Came through, we on top, you n***as is all shocked
I ball, by the way, my John Stock', can't front on the kid
So you n***as need to fall back, I rip the cages
My savage greatest, never trust hoes, these dimes two-faced it
If you don't know this, back to basics, I run this rap shit, no need for racin'
Face it, no competition could pace this
Young prophets, we bless your graces, from broke to cakin'
We eatin' good, Flatbush to the world, you n***as shook
Yo, Fly, come through with another hook
Leave them on death row like a n***a Suge
[Verse 4: CJ Fly]
Tryna be a star so when I'm sad I light
I'm satisfied, they just sad it's fly
I might not be the first to class if I
Don't rationalize with the hands of time
Spittin' every last new line
Feelin' like I'm the last in line
Pay your respects and know that the cash is fine
Mind racin', feelin' like The Flash inside
The Pro saucy, got it by the gram
Became the man by popular demand
We fried and still poppin' in Japan
You shoulda known that I would have had flow, damn
What you waitin' for? I'm takin' off if you take too long
It ain't my loss, if we ain't involved, ain't my fault
I don't got time to waste on broads
Bombard every time I drop these bomb bars
These calm chords, when I drop they want me like concords
I morph whenever they takin' time off,
But when it's time for it, my suit gon' be Tom Ford,
Oh, Lord, need dope shit? My crew's your fix
Caduceus when we choose to shift
These gangsters stay dumpin' just like what we do with clips
I admit my doobie boobie and my doobie do be thick

[Chorus: CJ Fly]
They just mad 'cause I'm the n***a that they wanna be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be
This for all the chicks that try to even front on me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Middle fingers to the n***as makin' fun of me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
This for all my n***as that be eatin' bun and cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese