(Verse 1: IiMZ)

Please listen when it's me spittin'. You don't wanna be

Missing these lyrics. 16 hitting 16s

Sick Schemes from the kid teen

And if it isn't glistening I'm just polishing, wiping it clean

Aye yo, it's I.I partna. Smooth as

Bachata. Mount-IiMZ drips this hot lava

Since I was a gaga: Kaka in the pampa

Born to be a monsta and hit them with the bonkers

I'm kinda, no, I'm absolutely whooping

Rappers who seem to be cruising for bruisings

I'm parachuting. The iiiUth be loopy

When beats be looping, I do be shooting. Shoot

Who's eluding the crews grasp. We too vast to pass

And whoever stands in the crews path

Is getting blasted. Get em in a casket

Rap contrasting from the average rappers

(Hook: IiMZ)

Lyrics is Legitimate. Hit 'em with the literate

Hit 'em where it's sensitive. Spit it for the spit of it

Admit it. We be killin' it

(Hook: Chuck Nimbus)

Do you believe in dreams?

Cause we surpassed all the chattering guys

Cause to be completely honest I'd rather be high

Chilling with a tenderoni with some flattering eyes

And we fly. Yeah we fly

(Verse 2: Al Newport)

Mr. Newport, but cigarettes are not my preference

The Hip Hop veteran. Tell them stay higher than heaven

Sent. Stomp mud-holes into a puddle

Niggas know my rhymes stay tougher than 6 o' clock stubble

Chasing green faces. Cheesing with clean braces

That nigga ain't never gon' fall like leaves raking

I leave 'em shaking. We are pork. And you

Niggas turkey bacon

Like we're in Georgia with these hits we're makin'

Niggas will get to fakin', but it's all good

Where the lighters at? I got a sack and some backwoods

Why you lying nigga? Bett' not come into these tiger woods

These trees is Meagan Good, and we getting faded like you

Wish you could. Hit 'em the good. Lit it in the woods

And the spliff was good. Spitta with a hood. Al is hostile

I'm Mr. Newport. I kick when I spit like I hit the

Shoe store. James Bond. Lay songs 'til my days gone

OG like Nate Dogg. With my J's on I get my blaze on

2 yellow xannies is my preference

A couple drink, and ounce of weed, and a bitch to have sex with

Yea

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Jack CityZ)

I'm chill upon contact, Immortal when I combat

We be stacked like, Steeler's D within a dime pack

Behind that mainstream vale, legend prevailed

The Big Ls we're handing out to pig tails

And goatees, the road leads

Right to the roti, no hoes be

In our quadrant, so stay in your margin or you'll owe me

We in it through the rough routes, you not with it then get the fuck out

It's 3rdiiiUth, strong willed niggas, this our rough house

No buffouts needed, fall outs? I don't see it

In this wasteland, you're just waste man, not needed

Trap rapping is wack, get your mic jacked, now beat it

Beasts of the east, yeah, we breathe it

Legion of leaders is heated

Best believe it, if I said it, then it'll get done

We bit none, son, creativity is just into me

Got the illest build, Matilda skills, no getting rid of me

Word is bond, the surge is long lasting, we taking action

Now girls leaving their has-beens for me, they think I'm dashing

I'm not for getting trapped though, I tap the ho, then I'm dashing

Relieves me from my thrashing, like Gyarados on aspirin

I bare my toes, the lair I go, reload for my next action

(Hook)