[Chorus: Michael Aristotle]
Lights please, lights please
Mic check, mic please
Vices, vices
Dices roll with ease
Nose bleed, no sir
Court side, sight please
Court side, game time
Bless me I might sneeze
Ayy, ay, ay
Ok, ok, ok, ok
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ay
Ok, ok, ok ok, ay
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok

[Verse 1: Michael Aristotle]
Came from my name I come from the land
East side east side yeah that where I stand
Making my name my claim is the man
Some shit has changed but never the plan
Do what I want, you do what you can
I was in Venice two feet in the sand
Look at my seats I'm glad I can plan
Young and I’m handsome it runs in the fam
Family ay
Im love [?] so Jim Jones with that reppin' time
Talk shit she get stomped on, I'm a cute dog when it’s steppin' time
New bottle of Hen dark, tilt head back and take a shot
These chains are off chain that's beat 'cause I break the lock
Mamma moved to New York, went back to smoking them Newport's
My n***a see trap system holding him back and he doing court
Ain't nobody rap me happy I'm tryin' to change it and you notice
I got some women that say that they love me if you asked them hoes they won’t know where my show is
That shit is fake, you don’t know me homie
I want some bread, some macaroni
Build a castle be a fucking prince
My Cinderella it don't exist
No love for me on some hopeless shit
Me magic, hocus pocus, been living all face so alone hard to cope with, still a n***a make these hits don’t flinch
[Chorus: Michael Aristotle]
Lights please, lights please
Mic check, mic please
Vices, vices
Dices roll with ease
Nose bleed, no sir
Court side, sight please
Court side, game time
Bless me I might sneeze
Ayy, ay, ay
Ok, ok, ok, ok
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ay
Ok, ok, ok ok, ay
Ok ok

[Verse 2: J.I.D]
Yeah, uh-huh, oh my god, oh my god
Pull your card, I've got time I'll pull your broad
I know your type I know your thoughts she'll go hard but chill chill don’t go so hard
I Beauregard without no regard
I know the part, knee green like Bulbasaur
Feed the team with no reward
Four by one, no baton, fourth and one
I ain't really looking for a shoulder to lean on, got weed to lean on Bouldercrest
I swear the swag is like Morgan freeman call the weed man tell him go to detention
I cop and smoke the most expensive dope
Bitch I am a player and a coach
Swarm and swung I did a rope of dope and knocked them out the ropes all in one motion
L.A court side kickin' it with Kobe
Kicked out of college I couldn't fuck with Adobe
Tell a motherfucker for school I'ma make a graduation anyways watch everybody know me
Let me stop tooting my horn when she's blowin' me
Y'all ready to leave cause shits annoyin' me
Later, fuck, shit, okay
[Chorus: Michael Aristotle]
Lights please, lights please
Mic check, mic please
Vices, vices
Dices roll with ease
Nose bleed, no sir
Court side, sight please
Court side, game time
Bless me I might sneeze
Ayy, ay, ay
Ok, ok, ok, ok
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ay
Ok, ok, ok ok, ay
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok