[Verse 1: Eazy Mac]

Thinking out loud
I should have a crown on my head right now
I should have a palace with a helicopter pad on the towers
And a "clap, clap" turns the lights down

Yeah, I'm talking "clap, clap", change your lifestyle
Clap, clap, clap, everybody lie down
Yeah, it's a stick up, stick up, don't sit up, sit up
Now the industry about to get a hiccup, hiccup

It's Eazy, high since last week
Smell the weed in the air, that's a gas leak
Plan B for anybody that's tryna pass me
Gonna end up in the back seat of the back seat

([?]), yeah it keeps me happy
Eating rappers out of the rappers out of the pantry
(Player of the game) bitches love the athletes
(Player of the game) bitches getting nasty

Hey, Ashley
Asscheeks leak, leaking out your pant crease
And she brought a friend, so I showed her friend my dick
Now her friend wanna go halfsies
[Verse 2: Bdice]

All I hear is gimme, gimme, gimme, I said "woah, they better get back"
I meant that, got 'em back like a pimp slap
Brought a pair of girls named Penny, where ya sense at?
Heavyweight, what you got? I could bench that

I raise bars, but first raise eyebrows
Naked photos of beautiful girls on my iCloud
[?], but my sound they behind now
On a pedestal, it's too much to climb down

Emotions open, you broken knowing you can't speak
Spoke a potion, [?] fact sheet
Just an athlete, where the vocal and the track meet
Try to pass me, but I run it, how could you catch me?

Guess [?] mind state right now
Like I made "Good Fella", ya'll can hate my style
But this shorty [?] flow when I body yo audio
Nobody know how, I'm just thinking out loud