[Produced by Smoko Ono & GARREN]

[Intro: Towkio]
Oooh
'Bout to bust it

[Verse 1: Towkio]
I said "Oooh!"
I swear we taking it over
And I stepped in this bitch and
They feel I'm fresh out a coma
I swear these bitches be choosin'
But I know I'm the chosen
I mean this flow is so static
Get shocked you get any closer
I drop the lean in mimosas
Put my weed in diplomas
And my body got marks - I'm art
I swear this the MOMA
I get that soft as a sofa
And flip it hard as a rock
No Smith, I need me a Jada
I might just kick it with Jaden
I see the future like That's So Raven
I know what I know
I don't know 'bout no Orioles
But I know 'bout them O's
And I know 'bout folks in the most and
Dressed up with hoodies and straps and
They come and kick down your door and
Won't need no warrant for that
And I'm a brother of father
And my nephew we growing
My mama, she always working
Finally got a promotion
And every day yeah she text me
She call me, tell me she love me
I told her "Mama don't worry
I'm try'na get to this money"
And I ain't got no homies
Man I only got family
Talking Victor and Chano
Joey, and Chukwu, and Dally
We used to whip in the Caddy
Until that bitch got impounded
Now we get high in Cali
We taking flights over mountains
And them my bros, I got 'em
Yeah I swear that I got 'em
From the city of Gotham
Who knew this garden would blossom
I remember concrete court
Ball like Vince Carter
Them shots on me to the head
You can talk with the body
[Hook (X4)]
We ain't playin' fair, no
We ain't playin' fair
We ain't playin' fair, no
We ain't playin' fair

[Verse 2: Joey Purp]
I got a cup with a cup in it
And a sprite with some stuff in it
And a pocket with pills in it
And a mind full of dreams in it
And a bed with my bitch in it
And the world at my finger tips
Now we came a long way
From that cup with some lean in it
And I only got homies
No I only got family
Scratch that, I only got hitters
Get you killed for a Camry
Try'na go from grams to a Grammy
Try'na go from pack into packed shows
Try'na get a brick from Rick Rubin
Shit Shangri La like a bando
Yeah my new shit, my true shit
That shit be so off the handle
Uber black cars pick up my black friends
With black cards, they rap stars
I'm talking Victor and Chano
Tried to stop us and ban us
They kick us out of all our classes
They just couldn't understand us
I’m saying oooh
Bitch I feel like we taking over
Trying to rob the game blind
Ray Charles, Ray Liotta
This feel like when Vince Carter
Ball with Tracy McGrady
I show up to your fist fight
With a dirty .380
[Hook (X4)]