[Verse 1: Joey Purp]
Chicken talk n***a
Four hundred forty eight grams mother fucker
Bird talk good grammar time
Catch him with that slamma now its slamma time
Cock it back and bang now its hammer time
I'm a grown man boy I stand on mine
Ain't no business handle trying to handle mine
Now mother fucker
N***as see me in my city better bow mother fucker
Or get down mother fucker
Shoot the crowd mother fucker
We ain't never learned a thing about luck mother fucker
Learn to duck mother fucker
If you don't catch it straight consider that catching a blessing
Shorty shoulda died have a shorty shortly n***as fucking reckless
Bullets ain't got name tags
Tag a n***a toe for steppin'
Hit you for your Honey Oh's while your sonny eating his breakfast
Now, how you like the sound of that
All the ward young n***as with me
All carnivores y'all end up artifacts
Relics of a time past
Oh you think you calling shots end up calling out for god
Ain't nobody calling back
Now what you call that
Another stupid n***a overstepping his boundaries
Catching bodies been out of style now
N***as catching bounties
I'm just chilling getting fried
Reading Catcher In The Rye
Hanging kush bushes upside down let them shits dry
Hang a n***a over a balcony that's a Suge Knight
Fuck it if it look right
Plug him if he cook right
Finesse him that's the joog life
My daughter ain't gon' want for nothing long as burner cocked back
Long as sockets still plugged
Long as lines not tapped
Long as minds still pushing
Long as I's got crack
Long as eyes still bleeding out
Rhymes still seeping out
40 phone purple fucker who you gonna believe in now

[Verse 2: KAMI]
For that work you a slave
Good girl out the kitchen she deserve to be maid
Pull that sleeve up we been working
Put my feet up we been working
Put a dollar on this purchase
Boy I change your bitches purpose
These n***as hiding behind many different faces
Mask on we trying to eat boy we crazy
I swear to god
I'm just nurturing my nature off a yacht to pass my [?]
Give [?] the access I tell him we was born naked
Look, in close quarters they let it blow for the quarter
Keep it low
Don't tell them what you know
Them being who you don't
Boy I fuck around with fuck arounds who fuck around in smoke
N***as who fuck around with n***as they don't know
Nose cold [?] keep a different coat on it
All my n***as gonna shoot it
Boy they treat me like the coach
And my n***a outa jail
Boy I punch you for a pair of them air nikes
Jordan on the mic air tight
Game 7 every night get the early bird special
Duck a shot flying out of the 38 special
Keep the tool and I will utilize my utensils
On my mamas I'ma shine
On the sun I'm that n***a
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