[Verse 1: *67]
Wanna hit me up, tell me what you want
It's my time, n***a, pass the baton
Feelin' like I'm yuke, in the kitchen with some tongs
Smoke three blunts, then I make another song
I am always right, even when it feels wrong
I am 9/11, blowin' up like a bomb
I'mma rob a white man, think his name's Tom
I'mma live fast, but imma die young

[Verse 2: yuke]
Aye, I'mma die young
High up in the sky, when this shit touch my tongue
Shoot the full clip, yuh, you know we won
Me and 67 gettin' bands, yuh, we running up
Fake claiming shit, you not in
I gotta red beam, and I'm pointing at yo' chin
And yo' songs is so ass, n***a, stop that talkin'