[Verse1]
From the bottom of the slums, where police don't come
Unwanted seeds with needs rose to become
Two dope boys unemployed, with drugs
The first go by Andre the other one go my Mugz
From two different worlds until those worlds collide
Like the Big Bang , part of the same gang tell these rappers step aside
Before they be a victim of the lyrical homicide, that I spit like pesticide
Wack rapper genocide, I'm on a campaign
Thoughts pop like champagne that implode your brain
Make it hard to maintain and stay sane, you feel me
A lot of these bitvhes wanna know the real me
But this is all they see, a n***a dedicated to bodying beats, getting money and hanging with my team
Staying stress free, me free and Steph the 3 amigos
When shoota get out Ima be blasting out your stereo
I been writing since I was embryo, so I was born to kill
Everytime I write a verse, I'm writing a beats will
And I will remain the same never change for some change
Outsiders lookin in say it's strange
Will fuck em, cause they ain't never starved with me
Can't count many days when i
Didn't eat
That's probably why I'm skinny, but don't get shit twisted
Like the rap game that I got in a headlock
I'm still close fisted around the grip bitch
Your wig I'll split it, like my pops I'm sadistic
Too wild
I was exiled as a child , that's why I'm Mugz I hardly smile
[Hook : André 3000 & (Peaches)]
Who them boys that be having it crunk every occasion
This side n***as dusting, that side n***as lacing
But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
Asking where we come from? South Post slums
(Its Just Two Dope Boyz In A Cadillac (2X))

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
This ol' sucka MC stepped up to me
Challenged Andre to a battle and I stood there patiently
As he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called freestyling
Whole purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you wilding
I say look boi, I ain't for that fuck shit; so fuck this
Let me explain "only child" style so you don't dis'
I grew up to myself not round no park bench
Just a n***a busting flows off in apartments

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Boi]
It goes Broughams to the Fleetwoods, Coupes to the Villes
Hitting Girbauds and off these flows we having the playa chill
In this atmosphere this ain't no practice here
We cutting the fool now
I'm doing ya at the house and throwing you out because I'm through now
Don't you love the way we claiming Bankhead, stankhead
Looking around the SWATS for the herb that's never tainted
Fainted when you heard the burban serving on the block
And all you biting individuals need to check yourselfs and stop

[Verse 4: Andre 3000]
Yeah tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes they get evicted
I'm dealing wit Queens in my castle ain't worth it to risk it
Now tricks be looking at me like I'm they way up out the pro-jects
Can't put you on my payroll, and no I ain't got no Rolex
Or no diamond at the exit with a sign saying "We'll rap for food"
My face is bawled up cause I ain't in a happy mood
While my partner got the squeegee and the windex
Cause somewhere in my life I done went wrong just like a syntax
 Error, bring the terror to your dome like P.E
Prone to finish this out cause this be a free-style
Now who them boyz that be having the crunk every occasion
This side n***as dustin, that side n***as lacing
But in the middle we stay calm
We just drop......