[Intro Sample: Chris Rock]
Man it is hot today
Woo it is hot out here man
It is hot today

You know it is hot out
Yeah I just said that, I said it is hot out here man
Yeah you know it's hot to
Yeah that´s why I said it man it is hot out here
I know I'm just saying it's hot to

[Dirty Sanchez]
Man, I haven't been in the studio mad long, this is 47 shit

[Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez]
Young boy but I'm a little mature in the literature
Trying to read my mind next, my eyes been red
All the lows and highs, more blunts can't heal it
Another dropped trash, not a litterbug cause I lit up one like a firefly
Gold spirit flyer word to God when I speak to myself
I feel inspired, these are diary words
If you see what I seen you would cry every night
It's cause of the pot that I fry every verse, reverse psychology
Got my enemies proud of me - fuck Twitter
We can end our wars right now if you follow me
Hope when they say my name it tastes bitter
They freed all of the slaves - now free all of my n***as
How could you have made it if your minds still made up of lies, Government ties, you're not a winner
I'm the [?], I'm lifted, I'm blasted
Spit crack like chapped lips and teeth chipping green
Stinking up the plastic, pimping
Know what that means still serving them fiends
My entire empire [?]
Stashing the green like a [?]
Been higher than my self-esteem since fifteen
Never been on a team
No eye in the finish line, I've been eyeing, are you finished lying, God was made in my image
It's Dirty
[Verse 2: YL]
Yo, who's the kid with the platinum voice
I keep the maximum poise, mad noise
I step inside of the venue, who sent you?
Faces be unfamiliar, slap you and whoever stealing my limelight
Rhyme tight, hold mics like, "fuck out my face", you ain't nice
Got chased by the po-lice twice
Woke up in [?], Shoot no matter who guarding
San got to the bucket like James Harden
Look at them, look at them
Yo they starving, involved in shit that involve them, Camouflaged
In my, did you stance your analoging
Memories that are crazy, Bitch still haunt me
Move calmly, rockets up in this tommy
Tommy Hilfiger, ill n***as be all around
Y to the L, it smells like pussy
Pasta with the shells, you fail to overlook me

[Verse 3: Jab]
Imagine me, a mere mortal opening up them portals
Overdosing on myself and burning like I'm coiled
I'm walking through the fire, and I'm telling it too
See it in my eyes, Motherfucker - I do
Holy Matrimony with crazy sex and money
My bitch tried to leave me, told her "Uh-uh, Honey! You always gon' love me, that's end of story"
Blades of glory night, till they cut them a slice
It all gets blurry, you're back on thin ice
Falling through the cracks though it all seems nice to leave this life, n***a push harder
It's only third quarter, we the new sponsor
Killing everything with the odds against us
We gon' do it better, I feel no pressure
I don't need no lecture, young go-getter
Soon trendsetter, make your bitch wetter
[Outro: Jab & Dirty Sanchez]
And I don't need no bitch to help me build this shit, cause I been on my shit, 47 for a life
I don't need no bitch to help me build this shit, cause I been on my shit, 47 for a life
(Till I die, till I die, I'mma talk my shit)
47 shit
47 shit till I die
(Jab! Roka! We the chosen few, 2-0-1-4, [?], Keeps it raw like no condoms, No trojans, Aiming for the sun and the moon, ain't too soon)
Don't put this shit out there without my consent...