[Intro: PE$O PETE]
Aye

[Producer Tag: koll]
​koll

[Chorus: PE$O PETE]
You gotta see to believe how we callin' it, racks to the ceilin' consume me in chalk
You gotta see how these people lay down on 'em, I had to watch my li'l homie get popped
Smokin' on gas, now my face on lock, bitch, I smoke li'l packs, you ain't taste no za
I'm just posted the crib, singin' my song, fans of the spot, just singin' along
Man, fuck what they said, boy, I been in my zone, and that good metal [?] like I'm Bege Capone
They sayin' who the fuck am I, but they know, they sayin', "Fuck, PE$O, I bet that she won't"
I'm steady outside, I got sand in my soul, might cop the Forces, the one with the [?]
Pink Nani my jacket, my trucker hat chrome, he ain't 'bout all that racket, bro', just go home
Man, yo' music ain't it, you ain't tap in yo' soul, you ain't ever gon' make it, you lack control
You gotta see to believe how we callin' it, racks to the ceilin' consume me in chalk
You gotta see how these people lay down on 'em, I had to watch my li'l homie get popped
Smokin' on gas, now my face on lock, bitch, I smoke li'l packs, you ain't taste no za
I'm just posted the crib, singin' my song, fans of the spot, just singin' along
Man, fuck what they said, boy, I been in my zone, [?] and good metal [?] like I'm Bege Capone

[Verse: PE$O PETE]
And good metal drink in my cup on Bege
They tell me the za to my face, I'm in space
Eyes closed, head down, sit in my grave
I might just kill me a rapper today
Mind too sharp, cut his ass open, I feel like Oden, wit' two blades
Mana up without a potion, break when I focus, you couldn't win against me
Washin' it down, I feel like Billy Mays
Bitch, I'm evil like Cyrus, you like Billy May
Hit wit' a TEC, bro', go away
Ran it up, now they got somethin' to say
I'm in the booth freestylin' for days (Yeah)
[?], okay
[Chorus: PE$O PETE]
You gotta see to believe how we callin' it, racks to the ceilin' consume me in chalk (Damn)
You gotta see how these people lay down on 'em, I had to watch my li'l homie get popped
Smokin' on gas, now my face on lock, bitch, I smoke li'l packs, you ain't taste no za
I'm just posted the crib, singin' my song, fans of the spot, just singin' along
Man, fuck what they said, boy, I been in my zone, and that good metal [?] like I'm Bege Capone
They sayin', "Fuck, PE$O, I bet that she won't"
I'm steady outside, I got sand in my soul, might cop the Forces, the one with the [?]
Pink Nani my jacket, my trucker hat chrome