[Intro: Erick the Architect]
Ha, okay

[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]
Was fifteen, probably out mackin'
Red steel-plated staircases, schooled this young rapper
Big cappin', reenactments, some are jealous, some are fractured
Some'll watch them dreams slip away, that's another chapter
Change occupations, more abrasive, wanna change this season
Bang harder for a feature, sold Franklins like Aretha
Made me sick, how you snitch? Pussy purr like Eartha Kitt (Purr)
Can't determine if you think I'm ill or you just ridin' (Dick)
I icebergs the exterior if I decide the fit
Had to pen the verse proper, so they can't deny the shit
Wrote this verses at my mama's house, I hope she fast asleep
'Cause if she heard the music, no excuse to drag my feet (Damn)
How it feel to be a misery, a counselor for the creeps
The perception, how I'm watchin' horror movies every week
Can't repel what's in my head, I jot in thought and form, and speech
Some say it's poetry, some say it's ESP
Read your mind, align your chis, and burn your negativity
Bumpin' Junior Reed, I harnessed mine, so who am I to people please?
Cop fleece, cold winters, caught me like the CDC MP3s
And achieved the Jesus Piece through DLC
I see too many, tryna pump you like it's creatine
I'ma keep it G with my n***as, we don't flee the scene
Runnin' up the tab shoppin', only time I flee the scene
Watanabe on the track suit, you can't see the seams
Off the liquor, feelin' hundred-proof, big my self esteem
When the drinks is flowin' in the Juice, shawty slippery
Told me to just skrrt off in the coupe, let me get the keys (Get in)
Longest Rick Owens on the boot, shawty look at me
Steppin' for a second in a suit, check the drip on me
Reckless for my section, they my dudes, they gon' stick with me
Hate is every color, every hue, got more shit to see (For real)
[Chorus: RÜDE CÅT, George Clinton]
My good intentions (My good intentions)
Gave through to severance (Gave through to severance)
What's the meaning of spoilin' (What's the meaning of spoiling)
A tin man with foil? (A tin man with foil?)
So let's call it even (So let's call it even)
Everyone's keepin' secrets for oilin' (Everyone's keepin' secrets for oilin')
Secrets for oilin' (Have Ezekiel's wheels gone squeaky?)
Have Ezekiel's wheels gone squeaky? (The squeaky wheel gets no grease)

[Verse 2: Erick the Architect]
Blind to you n***as, Collie Buddz, we just raised the fiends
Skated on the opps with a trick, we just reign Supreme
Flatbush on the top, your favorite rapper's still okay to me
And they ain't even wavy, B, they sneak into the major leagues
Tried to stay humble, but I'm far too gone (That's right)
When no liquor's in your cup and then your song is on
All the wars we been scrappin', when it's on, it's on
Brilliance untapped, I backtracked, I'm feelin' reborn
Grind harder in this gorgeous storm
Exchange out the Charles de Gaulle
I do fly shit and my routine ain't for all of y'all
I ain't have nothin', I evolved with no one involved
Envied all the ones who can afford to take the summer off
But I'm a Brooklyn n***a, ain't no difference in us, we just are
Raised off of Nostrand Ave, right next to the liquor store
Papa playin' Lady Saw, and the tree was Sycamore
Had to keep my eyes open, just in case we hit the floor
Music on, platforms, sequins drawers, disco balls
This the sauce, get endorsed, buy up all the boulevard
We define the echelon (We define the echelon)
[Interlude: George Clinton, Erick the Architect]
And there it is
So goes the story
Do the best you can
And then fuck it
Then fly off (Fly off)
Dreamland
Squeaky wheel gets no grease (Yeah, yeah)
The jokes on you, baby
And then fuck it

[Chorus: RÜDE CÅT, George Clinton, RÜDE CÅT & George Clinton]
My good intentions
Gave through to severance
What's the meaning of spoiling
A tin man with foil?
So let's call it even
Everyone's keepin' secrets for oilin' (Jokes on you)
Have Ezekiel's wheels gone squeaky?