[Verse 1: Bon Mot]

Used to rap and let my insecurities show

Mysterious lyrics you had to google to know

It's the resilientest spirit nearly void of materialism

Noisily steering his whip into multiple poles

Nobody look the Wookiee like your boy does

All I do is sleep, slurp the purgatory poison

Hurt and boisterous, wins by coin flip

Spends his afternoon smoking on the toilet

Nobody look the Wookiee like your man does

Repeat until completed gonna be y'all new mantra

Seeing me defeated? Think you need a new camera

Stand tough and I don't even put my hands up

I need a drink something fucking dreadful

Three deep, could pee a whole fucking bed full

Compete with me need to sink to my level

So meet me three feet above the devil

[Verse 2: KS Joel]

Hair disheveled, hands in pockets ready to rock it

Big letters on red metal octagons couldn't stop it

Even with a skeleton key you couldn't unlock it

Whipped cream & cherries couldn't top it

On topic, or off it, shit talking

High like a rocket in the office

Sipping scotch with your bosses

The kid flosses, like once every 3 months

And spits the gingivitis with his tongue in his cheeck, cousin

One of these MCs is not like the others

By one I mean these three brothers, we recover

From circumstances unforeseen

Back together and partying like it's 2014

Here we come for your team whether you ready or not

Haunting your dreams make you wet the bedding a lot

We've been patiently waiting for the penny to drop

To celebrate with confetti and pop when y'all stop sleeping

[Verse 3: Bon Mot]

Running with a bunch of mother fuckers on a soapbox

Ask if we're done, simultaneously hope not

Don't stop nodding just 'cause Mot got the drop on ya

I'm high as fuck, space, planes, and helicopters bruh

Chock full of bad stories and whisky

Even if I met your standards you'd still miss me

You ain't coming out to shit except your parents, kid

Like "mom, dad, I'm an embarrassment"

Rabid bitch, y'all been snarling. I'm the muzzle tight around your jowls I'm a puzzle and y'all too broke to even buy vowels

Your girl been looking like she tryna yank my mic out...

Plus she only fuck you with the lights out

Right now I'm all up in your crib like where your fridge at

Getting bigger till y'all wonder how he did that

Ask who, what, when, where, how when all he ever did was sip gin and grow his hair out