[Verse 1: Obi Ill Terrors]
Backstabbers are fadin' my main strategy
Came with the mortality, left with the whole cavalry
Brain shackle me, twistin' the law of gravity
State of a poor salary, drainin' the soul battery
I'm sick of losing, it's time that I've been provin'
That I was a poor student, not lyin' in bed stupid (Hey)
I do it, with gun to the head fluent
Heal like I'm Rasputin, give chills to the core unit
I breathe fire inside then respire the pine
Like these hands of mine are gon' do it
A sweet dane combined with sea change
And I will behave like I'm in steel chains, I
Still break your head or, damn, snap your neck
If I'ma rise the dead then I'ma check your step
In the night like theft, I drop bombs on [?]
And bag bitches like my life was a catered event

[Verse 2: Marty Bukakke Large]
Marty fresh up out the oven with that face you never seen before
Flip that motherfucker with a birdie if he cynical
They run up on me, end up handing over all their pockets too
Ever since you left I'm taking off just like a rocket do
Stash pot, been in my back pock' for years now
Hit me on my celly 'cause I stack it with my peers now
Came up out the sewer to sip Kahlúa and do her
Keep all of my chickas buried deep just like manure
The snakes I grip, I shine like piss and make her flip
Do it up and break it down and give my dick a kiss
We first to pop, I call the shot, and run the spot
Put that mouth up on my strudel, kiss my doodle
Showin' off and I don't even push it that far
Marty Large, party hard, like it's the Mardi Gras
Hit the charge and I'm not afraid of battle scars
Cue the sick shit, put on my hit list, no diss, bitch
[Verse 3: Raj Mahal]
Come correct, uh, you ain't getting close without respect
I'm a rider, dawg, I'm coming for the check, man, I'm coming for the cents
Used to pick up on the first, flip the re-up on the tenth
If you know me, boy, don't owe me, I remember what you spent
Get the pack, get the pack, tear the club up 'cause we on it now
How you running shit and we ain't notice when you running round?
Grew up with some n***as who made profits when they hold a pound
Talkin' cling wrap gram scales, for the swapping out
Dash off in the whip with no license, like I bought it, n***a
Say I smell like kushy, that's because I fucking bought it, n***a
Got that slaughter in 'em, guaranteeing they don't want it with 'em
Ain't no talking n***a, when I'm speaking they dissolve and listen
Off the cliff, put me in that casket, bitch
I don't need your service, fuck, I'm worthless, let me rest in peace
Pissing off my organs, I ain't stopping till they call it quits
Tried to end this shit when I was 15, got me wonderin'

[Chorus: Raj Mahal]
Tried to end this shit when I was 15, got me wonderin'
Bottle after bottle, got me fucked up and I'm stumblin'
Heard they talking shit, pull up on 'im, got 'im stutterin'
I ain't been too happy, 'bout to black out for the fuck of it