[Produced By Odd Couple]

[Verse 1: Alex Wiley]
Now, if you really tryna see what's good wit me
Come, smoke good wit me shit I tell ya'
Tryin fuck shawty and a friend but I don't think shawty
Friend down to do it wit me, shit, I feel ya
Smoke will kill ya, I smoke the first blunt
And it was hot, real talk, n***as didn't even get high
I'm the kid in school n***as didn't wanna sit by
Now I call the shots, n***a, I don't let shit fly
Bitch, that's honest (that's honest)
If a rapper want beef swear to God he can get it all steak, no plate, Jagger bitch n***a
And then they catch fists, and then they talk shit but don’t say nothin' else You down on the kick
But now you want in
Now, fuck that, n***a, we don't play those games
You hated on me then, we ain't fuckin with you now
You not there for the eat, you don't say no grace

[Pre-Hook]
I think they drownin
I think they drownin
Lord save him
I think they drownin
I think they drownin
Lord save him
The man's a challenge
And clears the pallette
He lean on the chalice
And lost my balance
Finn this n***a (rat pack god?)
You gonna crack that card?
And I ain't gotta trap that hard
[Hook]
I sweared I'd do my thang
And leave my mark all on this game
Then I'm ghost, OOOOoooOOooO
And I swear to God the way
The sun come off, the lake remind me
Of the coast, ohhhhh
Got a head full of mischief
And a car full of hoes
A van full of bitches and a
Heart made of gold
Got a head full of mischief
And a car full of hoes
A van full of bitches and a
Heart made of gold

[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]
I've been drinking all this water
Piss ain't never been so clear
I never been so thirsty
I'mma be a martyr, I'mma be a menace
They be showing love for the green n***a
I got the advantage, I been playing tennis
We could take it to the table if you want there
But I don't think you really want it there
Fairer skin get the most airplay
And I don't think you really want it fair
And I been running this whole thing like a turtle
Trust me n***a I don't think you really want it here
Slow grind, been penning these poems since '09
Give a fuck about the pigs
I ain't never really fed into the bovine
Windy city all you flimsy n***as grip a clothesline
Flippin verses just to get a couple dollas
Shit to say we got the worst times
Please don't ever think it's sweeter
Just because a n***a got a fuckin' cosign
That's so blind
It's like they in love with the money
But trust me they trust me
I'm droppin more dimes
[Pre-Hook]
I think they drownin
I think they drownin
Lord save him
I think they drownin
I think they drownin
Lord save him
Cause i can only bring em to the fountain
But n***as so worried about the chalice they’ll turn a molehill to a mothafuckin mountain
Think They Drownin, Lord Save em

[Hook]
I sweared I’d do my thang
And leave my mark all on this game
Then I’m ghost, OOOOoooOOooO
And I swear to God the way
The sun come off, the lake remind me
Of the coast, ohhhhh
Got a head full of mischief
And a car full of hoes
A van full of bitches and a
Heart made of gold
Got a head full of mischief
And a car full of hoes
A van full of bitches and a
Heart made of gold