[Intro]
Check, check mic motherfucking check one-two in this bitch dog
Yo we just having a good time you know what I'm saying
We backstage right now in the beat motherfucking room, room, room coming through in this bitch
I can say whatever and this shit will sound fire as fuck

[Verse]
Take a step in my motherfucking brain y'all
Spit all over the track like Tommy the Train, y'all
Louis Vuitton Briefcase in the place, y'all
Sherlock Holmes, I always got the case, y'all
Look around the room I see 6ix blowin' trees
Look around the room, Kajo on the keys
Pick up the mic, lay the shit down with ease
Then pass it off to rhêtorík to scratch on the track
Like a dog full a fleas like a dog full a fleas
Kicked out of school but spit the greeds
I leave them scenes like ruined like Egyptian artifacts
To serve your whole fucking family like a fathers heart attack
Coming for their throat
In other words, you know I leave them neckless
Bobby boy be reckless
I'm backstage about to go murder the set list I'm gone

[Outro]
There they go
There they go
There they go
There they go yall
There they go
There they go
There they go
There they go yall