(Verse 1: YNG401)
Ya bars are a mystery
Niggas, yea they history
Moving hella slow, but the money it come quick to me
Talking bout ya hands but we all know you quick to flee
Looking left and right now I got it moving carefully
Moving packs outta sight
We only safe in the night
Ops surround corners and they tryna pull up on us
It's all love so I stay with my bros
I gotta keep it hella small, I’m only trusting a few
Got the fellas crossed up like my name uncle drew
And ya fucking with that dude you ain't never, ever knew
South County is my land, 401 is where I grew
And I do on for my Fam, I put on for my crew
If they was unemployed I got work up out the blue
Got the ambition of 50, niggas stay with me
GIve a fuck about ya feelings day 1's is strictly why my flows so hot that you call it so crispy
Why you talking like a big dog? Nigga you pipsqueak
Wanna step to Di? Get ya ass thrown 6 feet under
Boy you in a slumber
Can’t get to Golden State cuz you afraid of the thunder
Mix em in a pot like Gumbo
Throw em to the wolves let em rumble
Boy this the south, you in the heart of the jungle
Take you to the woods ain't nobody hearing from you
You shouting silent screams, nightmare
I'll appear in your dreams
Hold the infrared beam to protect my first team
My niggas in charge all iced out cuz they doing it large
And if you Flex, I'll hit you with a barrage of the bullets
All of these niggas they Like cool whip
Talking out they mouth but all I hear is bullshit
Yes i had to rip it, man i flip like a Ripstick
Roll the dro bro
Keep it high or it's a no go
My delivery on time like santa with the ho ho
When my verse go online I'm nike with the logo
This young kid gon shine cuz they call me Almogomo
Freeze like Frozone
Breaking like Ozone
Talking all the shit leak the holes in ya nose bone
This is how my brain react
Got me feeling like a maniac, cuz i done stepped on the mic and now there's thangs attached
I use my fangs for snacks, click clack, get back
These niggas all wick-whack
Calling it hot but it sounds like a shit track
(Verse 2: SAMPSUN)
They style and they sound all mismatch
They can cut the chit chat
When it comes down to the click clack
Ya whole crews getting dispatched
I'm at ya neck like whip lash, not a shooter but i kick back
When I’m on some mack shit, now picture me living lavish
It was chiseled on stone tablets
Shout out to the pussy niggas that used to call me a faggot
I came a long way from Chadwick
Now hardly do i boast man
My style disgusting like toe jam, programed like a panther
Blood washing over my stanzas
Lost poet of Rhode Island
In a sea full of coal I shine like a single diamond
Son Of Will, Son of Sam
Last Descendant of the sun, my footsteps beat like war drums
In a battle between raw tongue I stand after a lowered thumb
My boots roam like Italy, over soot stones and humility
My suit sown by misery
I loot domes of the bitter beef
I’m too evolved for petty squabbles, I'm putting heads to a bobble
My word play is straight novel
Seen drunks who book on a wobble
Then look to false gods to grovel
At twelve I threw out my marbles
Type of nigga to make Satan marvel and shout out "God damn!
This niggas really hot man"
Drop to his knees and lock hands
It’s The Silence of the Lambs if this rap shit don't work out
Either that or i'm moving weight and no i'm not talking about work outs
Fuck whatever you heard about, I’m committed to the first route
Why these rappers all act alike
Their in the presence of an acolyte
I hold the light of the after life so bow down, when i grab a mic
I'm peter parker post arachnid bite
The same beam that shattered night bounced off of a satellite
Shown down on my caverns striking resemblance of an entity
M.D Man of the Century
Showed up to give it to you gently
It's 99 til infinity and ain't nobody ending me
Stay on the lookout like a sentry for that 41st synergy
Good golly, ain't he gnarly on that oochie wally
Gnawing at ya body
Nonchalantly spit that la-di-da-di to dismantle ya whole posse as a hobby
Only a dick head will call it cocky