[Verse 1: Smila]
Yeah they know we forever clean
Yeah they know we forever clean
Old school like I'm melamine
On the strip they want four dark, that's NSG
Catch us sliding through the ends tryna get this cream
I've seen tings you ain't ever seen
And the waps older than us weren't ever clean
In the trench like 1917
Couple oppers tryna slide, we forever ready
And his jawn thinks she's sly, shе's already jezzy
Tryna style on thе team, about "Come and get me"
I've had Celine and Prada, how you mean?
I've got real steez christened before like that's a queen
Where's Big Nov? Tryna catch us and slipped off
R-Types of 32's and ripped off
It's a mineral style I drip off

[Verse 2: Novelist]
Every n***a in my team's too legit
Stay firm, my beliefs, I don't move a bit
Verified on frontline before blue ticks
SE4's home, where the shooters live, baow
Stabbings, more than a couple slappings
N***as don't want smoke, they wan' twos a bif
This the jib city set, you can choose a flick
Blue borough to the max
Young bruddah getting racks
I've seen a n***a bleed out like GTA
In the trenches, PTSD relentless
Don't even know how to speak to my darg's mum
He ain't here no more, that was her last son
I'm used to this
Hating on my team, you can lose your chick
Or yourself in the mix
We don't slip
I'm incog, posted in your bits
Don't brandish your thing
Me and my dargs chew sticks
[Hook: Smila, Novelist]
Me and my n***as, we're too clean
Too clean
Me and my n***as, we're too clean
We're too clean
Me and my n***as, we're too clean
We're too clean
Me and my n***as, we're too clean
Too legit to quit