[Sample: Dubee]
And every piece of dough the bitch touch, I got it

[Verse 1: Tay Fontane]
They say Benzes roll, Beemers jet, and Caddy's keep on dippin
Well I must be tripping
I'm in an old school pie flipping
Selling em high jipping
Tending to my pimping

I get up, like Focus my mind, I can't hiccup
I got patnas from grade school, like playdo, they tried to switch up
Mama told me from the jump them n***as wasn't authentic
Why do I call em folks when they never they brothas keeper

I got problems, take it out a port' and a crush
My folks try to solve em like diagnostic on trucks
And my bitch mad at me, ain't tryna let me fuck
Cus I got too much going on, I ain't tryna open up

These bitches pull in teeth tryna get me to open up
While these Bullets fly like flies, sometimes I ain't tryna duck
N***as playing goose, get loose with one touch
I guess I've gotten used with this feeling in my gut n***a

[Sampled Chorus: Joni Mitchel]
There is a song for you
Underneath the skin
There is a song for you
There is a song for you
There is a song for you
There is a song for you

[Verse 2: Young Gully]
I'm where the agony and drama hit
See crossfire try to aim at me, then bitch you gotta miss
Animal inside a little n***a, a hippopotamus
How these boy joking with I, when they ain't got no chips

Skies all blue for the kid like I'm on the block with crips
Knock everything that I am, still you can't knock this gift
First they diss a n***a, then they try to sound like me
But no matter what they doing, they don't put it down like me, naw
He ain't ill enough to sneak up
When problems haunt the city, he ain't real enough to speak up'
Tryna play me too close, thinking you gone keep up
If you ain't gone go for the kill, then put the beef up

How they still lookin at me like I'm tryna keep up
All these harsh wounds I withstand, boy I got deep cuts
Never let a plottin ass n***a see what he touch
Always want me to peep they moves, n***a peep what? Gully

[Sampled Chorus: Joni Mitchel]
There is a song for you
Underneath the skin
There is a song for you
There is a song for you
There is a song for you
There is a song for you

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B]
Got my game from my brother, Andre Hicks
Pimp slash rap, off of rap or its off a bitch
Adonte, on madres man this shit hit
Tel me it ain't the same without Jack, but we keep it lit

Bricks on top of bricks, pouring out that activist
R-I-P to both o my brothers, they Mob africans
Bay boys movin mean, yup, like an angry coach
All up in your house cousin, like a hungry roach
Dipped in butter, you know I stay saucy
Hella expensive, don't ask what it cost me
Run it back like Gaddafi, flying packs through the coffee
Uh, Broke Bitch get off me

"A-1" since day one, all I do is checks and paystubs
Real Mob n***a, no pussy like a gay club
Run and tell that to the bitch
This a song for my n***a Andre Hicks

[Sampled Chorus: Joni Mitchel]
There is a song for you
Underneath the skin
There is a song for you
There is a song for you
There is a song for you
There is a song for you

[Sampled Chorus: Joni Mitchel]
There is a song for you
Underneath the skin
There is a song for you
There is a song for you
There is a song for you
There is a song for you