[Intro: Grill Z & Leilan The Savage]
I'm on clout!
Exactly
Yo, hell yeah, haha
(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
I gotta keep it on 17
Mask off, mmh-mmh
(Uh, ooh, uh, uh, ooh, uh, uh, ooh, uh)
(Yo pierre, you wanna come out here?)
(I love this)

[Verse 1: Leilan The Savage & Grill Z, both]
Be smokin' tires in the parking lot
You already know I haven't got caught by the cops
Ayy
If you goin' fast through the, through the, through the parking lots or the light up of the streets
Only go at night (Mmh), or else I'll have to fight people in the morning cause they all be-
That's when they snore cause where I'm from- ayy!
Everybody ignorin' the president of my state
Ayy
(Ooh, uh!)
That place was just great, ayy
When I got transferred to Golden State, I was happy cause I got noble cheesecake
Ayy
He was hitting three pointers, he got- mmh (Lee)
Mmh
You’re my green on my team, ayy
(Ayy)
Nobody see me
Cause I was in that brown and gray Lamborghini
(Mmh, mmh)
My tires start smokin' when I stop
I thought I was gettin' caught by the cops
But it turns out it was just a dude, and he had a big attitude
And he was also very rude
Ayy
When I turned in the corner, ayy
Thought somethin' was broken, but then it was not
It was just somethin' that I thought
(Mmh)
[Break]
(Cold chills, prison cells)
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)
(Cold chills, prison cells)
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)
(Cold chills, prison cells)
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)
(Cold chills, prison cells)
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)

[Verse 2: Grill Z]
I was walkin' down the road, when I saw a little line that went far as it goes
Come on, take your picture, paparazzi
You won't get the most
And after celebratin' "BEST BRO SUPER MODE", I think we'll have some toast
And all the rhymes I had under disguise for so many years
Thinkin' it's because I lived a life of a lie
(*chains hanging around*)
But I tried, then tried, and tried again
Made some new songs, and then made some more albums than more friends
Went through every thing for this just to get this to depend
But I picked up my pen, and kept writin'
Cause if I keep doin' that, i'll keep slidin'
It’s either ridin' or dyin'
Yes, time is flyin'
I can't go like any thing because I guess it's because the time is writin'
And this is my (Yeah) time, get beside me
Went through all the hell of that just to keep writin' "Bad Memories"
And now we're back to the key
Open the door, see what’s in store
For your heart, cause i've been cooking the food on the stove
And it's too hard, to keep up with all the stuff that i've writted the most
It takes a lot of time, but I can sit back and relax after that, and then have some toast
Screw all your roasts, like i'm writtin' in the t-time
Da-da-da-das
(Stop dividing)
And all the pages I went through just to make it here
Went through every chapter just to make it appear
Okay, ArmorStudios is a big thing
It wouldn't be here today, if I didn't have my friend Lee
And all the stuff that I had to go through
I learned from it, and now I’m here singin' to you
[Outro]
(Cold chills, prison cells)
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)
(Cold chills, prison cells)
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)
*light static*