[Julius]
I came up a lowlife, no easy way to say it
But the same streets paved with mistakes is gon' lead the way to greatness
Sometimes I don't complain about the wait
And other times it makes me sick enough to see a doctor, either way I'm patient
Semen on these pages, bust hard
I'm on these DJ's heads 'til my team is on they playlist
Peep the way the cadence lay on these beats and leak through the speakers
I be speakin' game like [?]
Your bitch want me to spend a week away
A secret stay in Vegas cause she be sayin' that secrets stay in Vegas
But I ain't focused on T&A, I wanna eat that piece of cake
But when I say that piece of cake, I'm speakin' major payment
When leaves fall from money trees, my team is there to rake it
You gotta make it anyway you deem ok to make it
The ends justify the means, I'm sayin'
Say crime doesn't pay, but so many criminals with ends that just defy the meanin' of that statement
Shit, y'all ain't listenin'
Let me get back in it
I wasn't a rich kid, the type of kid that didn't get shit for Christmas
Just a fuckin' misfit
Sometimes hand-me-down outfits went from my older bro to my younger bro
So, shit, sometimes I had them miss fits
When I say "younger bro", I mean the same younger bro that's gon' be rappin' on this shit if y'all keep listenin'
The type of cloth I'm cut from's an inch thick, can't rip it
Yo cloth soft as yarn, the shit you knit with, you nitwit
Dig it, I been through so much hardship, I hit the liquor hard
I think I put a fist print in liquid
Just tryin' to feed them little ones in booster seats
I got truth to speak, tell em what we doin' Keith
[Kenny]
I'll tell em what we doin', peep
Grindin' like them freaks do in sheets
Keep chewin' beats, they can't see you or me
(You make heat, I do agree)
My newest speech, keep talkin' that shit, got no chill cuz that ain't cool with me
I remember being evicted from our spots
Tryin' to be silent when we heard the sheriff cop knock
Livin' in motels, eatin' out of a crock pot
Little n***a, neighbors to a n***a slangin' hot rocks
Lived a life that never felt fair
Tryin' to go from welfare to Bel-Air
I was just a little bastard who was raised and lived in Los Angeles
I ain't never had shit, the way I was livin' was scandalous
Life put me through hardships, as a kid forced me to panhandle
Now it's gon' get this hard dick
Life gon' get this package and pay for shippin' and handlin', it's the truth
You don't believe me, sex with a girl sheep, fuck you
N***a's who don't feel it's gon' feel it
Yeah, a n***a gon' kill it, home skillet
To keep my mind at peace, Swishers are what I'm high on
To survive in these trenches, I get my fight on
To show guys I mean business, I keep my tie on
The prize and these bitches, I keep my eye on
I get my write on, all day n***a, all night
It's therapeutic, I'll write 'til I'm alright
If you don't think I have hard raps and lyrics
What you must be hard at is hearin'
Yeah, come sit on my plate
Rappers may as well come sit on my plate
[Julius]
Spit like we hate humanity, we tryin' to finish the race

[Kenny]
On tracks, we'll be first place when we finish the race
The Shoes!