[Verse 1: Joba]

Pretty sure I'm maniacal, but what do I know?

I don't know, all I know is what I see through my monocle

That and the telescope, keep one lens on the money flow

The other's gold and complemental trusty, well, well

I'm rolling down hills in a suit through the mud

Burn my dress shoes in a fire with the wood

Sit back and relax with the fumes of

Everything I hate in the world

Play Mozart, smoke my cigar on

My estate, keep the cars parked on the front lawn

Neighbors hate, place duct tape underneath their tires

And I wait

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]

Sunsets to blood moon horizons

Left brain and right brain divided

Set frames and watch plays inside them

In the mountains now's where you'll find him

I smell a breeze in the morning

I feel your presence, it's warming

I paid attention to warnings

But we were too caught up in transforming

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Ghetto and he flashy, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to

Ghetto and he flashy, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to

Ghetto and he flashy, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to

Ghetto and he flashy, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]

Lucky days and burnin' a four-cyl'

Your boy is dusty like brush off a fossil

Hear that shit urk like the noise of a possum

Bitch, I'm a king, I was born in a castle

Built like a boxer, I'm ready to tussle

Fuck on my baby, I'm ready to bust one

Come fuck with me and my dogs

Hate on my ass like in-laws, uh

That boy stay light like a cheerleader, uh

She want me filled like a two-liter, uh

Eat it up, then watch it ricochet off

Then I skrrt off on that Michelin, aw

They don't got nothing on me 'til I pop

They don't got nothing on me, call the cops

I hit that road like a Heisman, boy, run it back

Look at that boy hit that running man

[Verse 4: Merlyn Wood]

Shout out to South Central, San Marcos

I got addicted to soft-shell tacos

Got down to pennies and ramen noodles

Now I see how hunger make a shooter

Stamina, stamina

I used to be holding the camera

Head hit the glass, dog, your window up

Fans praying to me like my handle Cortana

We like Wu-Tang, but I feel like Santana

She twerkin' just like she Hannah Montana

Head was clean, Tony Fantano

Made her my wife-uh

She can't kick it, she so Bella

Confused erection

Bad hoes know name brands, they brainless

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Ghetto and he flashy, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to

Ghetto and he flashy, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to

Ghetto and he flashy, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to

Ghetto and he flashy, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to