[Verse 1: Chuck Duze]
Yea I'm fresh out the dope house, 'bout to go down
Fragments Of the Conscious I with a gold crown
Hold up, I be really makin' mary go round
Profound how I know no bounds

Who the hell, I don't shoot and tell, I got fruit for sale
And food for thought, but the truth is stale and I ain't doin well
Okay I could use some help, this backwood got a putrid smell
Might just skin the beat alive and turn it into boots and belts

I wild out when I style-out at the pow-wow
Got the loud loud and it's bound to burn the house down
Put the cow chow in the bow chicka wow wow
Turn around frowns make 'em really wanna bow down

What the hell, tryna fill my platter with some duck and quail
Shit's tough as nails, read her body language like I'm touchin' braille
I might send the judge to jail, Really think I'm somethin' else
All y'all dogs all bark no bite when I'm on sight they tuck their tail

[Bridge: Ative]
Cause we've been (we've been)
High up for a minute (high up for a)
Find us in the distance (find us in the)
A place where you've never been (never been)
[Verse 2: Ative]
Uh, Forgive me
I know it's been a second
Yeah, a minute
Yeah, a while
Since I've been up on this rap shit, bullshit, coolant
All up in my viens, up in my head
With all this shit upon my chest
I'm sweating, overheating, gone relentless
Resentful to bullshit
Reloading the clip, shooting up at the ceiling, a perfect circle
Right above your head
Till that shit just drops, you're dead
I'm "IT" with a balloon
I've been stirring up poison
Grab ya some soup
You've been tryna knock me down boy
I've been trying too
My mind is a prison and MAX is my room
Use to roll up them hemps till I met Chuck Duze
Now I'm smoking up Woodys with snakes in my boot
God damn, God damn
Calm down, but why are you pissed?
My bad, I haven't taken a hit yet, I
Lit it, passed it, don't know where it went, why
You ask I'm wearing a suit and tie
Cause my business the one that claimed your life
If ya listening, go ahead and fall in line
Like, I dont know why like
Hell man (hell), what the fuck (what the fuck)
I just told Chuck Kato cashed in on his luck (on his luck)
Like rock this cadence
Where's the blunt? (Where's the blunt)
Selfish as fuck
Can I have my fucking blunt back?
Fuck
[Outro: Chuck Duze & Ative]
Who the hell, I don't shoot and tell, I got fruit for sale
And food for thought, but the truth is stale and I ain't doin well
Now I'm smokin' up Woodys with snakes in my boot
Goddamn goddamn (goddamn goddamn)
Put the- put the cow chow in the bow chicka wow wow
Put the cow chow in the bow chicka wow- goddamn

My bad, goddamn, my bad, goddamn goddamn goddamn
My bad, goddamn, my bad, goddamn goddamn goddamn
Put the- put the cow chow in the bow chicka wow wow
Put the cow chow in the bow chicka wow- goddamn