[Intro: Jay Nice]
Spark the spirits
Dump twins
Uh

[Verse 1: Jay Nice]
This Supreme shirt red, fuck the president (Uh)
I'm double-XL, what's a freshman list? (What's that?)
Drunk puffin' medicince, I'm off the essence (Yuh)
Cut the check or I ain't checkin' in
I'm nothin', but excellence
I'm something you'd recommend (That's a fact)
I never asked a dumb question (Uh)
My youngan 11, he got pumps that he leveraged
This shit don't never end (Sheesh)
Don't be above the message (Uh)
Don't stutter step in my presence
I fuckin' deck your chin (Right)
I'm dumpin' yet again (Doot-doot)
My best friend got a sexy twin
I'll let her spend hours tryna catch you slippin' ([?])
Then the death descends (There, right there)
I'm just grateful to be alive (Uh)
So many n***as hateful and able to see you die (That's whack)
I'm surrounded by angels who halos lead me to fly (KA)
Dreamy eye
Me, I'm a eastside n***a (Ha-ha)
The B.O.B be live (Eastside motherfucker)
The king of drummin' on no drums (Drrt)
I bring the hummer, the hoes come (The hoes come)
I think of summer of '01 (Back then, my n***a)
When n***as was so young, but we wanted the most guns (Ya, ya-ya, ya)
Nowadays I'm poppin' tags on my doly (Right)
Walk out with shoopin' bags full of clothin' (Right)
I need some OG (Uh)
So I copped the whole slab off of Jonesy (Brrt)
Out in Jonesborough road with the pack (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I'm lonely
Rhythm rap, that's a motive (Uh-huh)
I'm so elite (What else?)
Only focus is, get close to cheese (OMG)
[Interlude: Jay Nice & Tha God Fahim]
Ahaha
Fuck outta here
Check it, uh

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim & Jay Nice]
Master of the moment, makin' pilgrimes for my attonement (Brrt)
Time of the Rolex, he hit the coldest
See, how I'm strapped is not ironic
Pop you like a stripper, pussy and onyx
Layin' vocals over lovely sonics, demonic
Humble, honorable and honest
I break the law like a promise
I broke the master, lock the street ebonics
Truth is we ain't got the same knowledge
I put the heater to a n***a like Ultraviolet, I'm well polished
And well connected like you cartilage
Empty your cartridges
Scram, the U-wing darknesses progress
When I stress I burn medicine
A child of the melanin, my sickness is dead presidents
Ain't shit to get treacherous
That's why we take measurements
My Trey-57 part of my reasurement
We came from a devilish element
Where shit is all beloved, it's just part of the testiment