[Intro: Murs]
Some shit that don't gotta make no sense

[Verse 1: Murs]
Yeah, let the haters hate
Got a death wish, probably live 'til I'm 88
Grey dreadlocks and can't see straight
Too old to spit a hot sixteen but got a mean eight
Clean slate, new label, new chain still
Your favorite rapper OD'ing on his pain pills
You motherfuckers can't eat what you can't kill
Seventh level of Heaven where the saints chill
Spilling holy water, filling up the gutter lane
Blasphemy, you calling out the god by any other name
I'm Clubber Lang with a Hogan 'stache
I'm Mr. Pink making moves with the stolen cash
Buy the bar in South Dakota then I dip out
Rolling with a fly native chick, she pulled my dick out
Sippin' on a thick stout, shitting on the IPA's
My n***as know I lived the dream even if I die today

[Verse 2: Reuben Vincent]
When raps come off the brain it's like I'm on promethazine
Never leaning though, 'cause I'ma bring the pain like Method Man
Work hard up in the rain, since back then, them Kool-Aid stains
But these Kool-Aid stains these days is very hard to clean
Brothers is getting slain so I'm dying to live
While over here tryna complain about the flaws in my gift
You know my raps a present, the old sold is very pleasant
Saying time is money? Well, honey, my time is well spent
No Rollie but I feel like I'm straight ballin'
Feel like I'm on top, impossible to me to fall in
But listen, you know anything can happen at this moment
From the souls that get tooken, from the hearts that get broken
To the night, in the morning you know I got to shine
If you can't read these lines, you better read between the lines
Mama taught me men should not gossip or count profit
You gift making stocks high just like sock stockings
[Verse 3: Bad Lucc]
The last prophet, young watch gothic, insane knowledge
Never went to college, my lineage is the logic
Street driven, far from a dreamer, I strap my team up
Never let these crackers attack you, blanco suprema
B-A-D is the name, searching for fame? No
Nat Turner gang, you Jamie Foxx in Django
Strictly for the movie, jack, in fact, yeah they study me
My smarts got her out her dress, grabbing on them double D's
Walk the streets of LA where they tell them lies of money getting
Money getting, yeah, but most the money getting's funny getting
Hating at a high, morals at a low, watch him
I ain't voting for none of these motherfuckin' mayors down in Gotham
I still get fresher than most, teaching the young
Yo, your history ain't shit, what you learned in school got you dumb
Other than science and math, some of that is tainted, ain't it?
We lost our native language and most of it had been painted
On walls and pyramid halls, in scrolls that still exist
Way older than them Dead Scrolls shit, ain't that a bitch?
Maxin' out on my power, I'm tryna line up with stars
Yeah, I could have did some gangbang shit, but that ain't God
Most of my killers need help and knowledge of self to stop 'em
Before they ride around with that chopper and police chop 'em
Our destiny is king and queen, literally
Ain't no shit you just say on some black power synergy
Little old Luccy peeped the scene and I'ma warn you
Before these faggots swarm you, I'll be in your corner
Yeah, they like Harriet Tubman moving the crowd
Now watch 'em sell out, that bourgeois n***a say I'm too loud