[Verse 1: Woodie Smalls]
Turn up the watts
It's Woods from the block
I got all these n***as shook when I open my mouth
I see my n***as they be tripping of this daily life style
They told me Woods you got it man, you fill up the box
But I be crazy with these raps
It's like I slipped off the rocks
Call the cops 'cause I just murdered this shit
But I be booked up in class with the burner and shit
I don't smoke but got the herbs in my blood
In Rotterdam we was lifted to a whole other level
And this the type of view that make a n***a feel special
Now we smile for the camera man that's Mosseline
Told me to work hard
Until we live the dream
It's the survival of the fittest
Been killing 8 tracks since ma rock it and fit it
Tell my n***as goodbye but they don't even reply
That's when I pray to the lord
When I pick up this sword
I mean the mic
I see the dykes that pay attention to what I write

[Hook]
We gon' work it thru
We sounding like a perfect crew
When we play this shit up in the hood
They feeling it
We killing it, yeah we killing it
Work it thru
We sounding like a perfect crew
When we play this shit up in the hood
They feeling it
We killing it, yeah we killing it
[Verse 2: K1D]
I can teach you how to be a poet
But it's pointless if you don't already own it
Scheming while I wrote this
Sugarcoat it
Straight posting
Straight loak it
I'm daydreaming with my eyes open
Tell the world that we coming over
Tell my verse that I couldn't write it better sober
Poppa told me that I'm getting older
When is that damn rappity rap finally going to be over
You still ain't grow up
Soft Parade the fountain of youth
It's the fountain of truth
It's a mountain where we lounging on the side of the booth
And, we getting money
Mommy never ever raised a dummy
I gots the point
I hits the mic
And the baby's born
Praying Woods and K1D like a unicorn
You never seen it
You can't believe it
You can't achieve it
The new leaders
And the skill chart is off the meter
[Hook]
We gon' work it thru
We sounding like a perfect crew
When we play this shit up in the hood
They feeling it
We killing it, yeah we killing it
Work it thru
We sounding like a perfect crew
When we play this shit up in the hood
They feeling it
We killing it, yeah we killing it

[Verse 3: Grey]
I know you're just mediocre don't fool yourself
Better keep your feet on the ground before you lose yourself
If you had to make a list of the illest n***as around
I really think it'd be appropriate not to include yourself
You got it locked, I'm a burglar
Call me a fucking way to my n***a watch how I serve your ass
Like nerds in class
But pay attention
Did I mention I'm about to kill n***as like KKK
Forgive me
I know that line was wrong
And I know that there's a thin line between right and wrong
N***as wanna jump up on a song
Tell 'em jump a little higher
Where they all can't reach is where I belong
See I'm thinking out the box
Visual wider than horizons
That's why I'm seperated from the rest just like an island
You love the drug sessions
Tell yourself I move in silence
Fuck n***as, let me talk
[Hook x2]
We gon' work it thru
We sounding like a perfect crew
When we play this shit up in the hood
They feeling it
We killing it, yeah we killing it
Work it thru
We sounding like a perfect crew
When we play this shit up in the hood
They feeling it
We killing it, yeah we killing it