[Intro]
We wan't bracking like that
Duece!

[Verse 1: 2Eleven]
Quarter pound of cookies, that's for meditation
So I could quarterback the play, that's for preparation
No I ain't perfect, I went through [?]
Wrist take [?]
These new era n***as [?]
My music like domestic violence, all slaps
Grade A [?]
I sold records, I sold drugs, I sold painkillers

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Tell me where [?]

[Verse 3: 2Eleven]