[Intro: Callon B & Toven]

CB - AC on the beat (Hoot)

T - Oooh weee

CB - Had to bring out Xanny Nanny, Pablo Pacino what up?

T - What up?

CB - Where my Junkies at? GYB, Junk MuZic

[Verse: Callon B x Toven]

(Callon B)

Yeah

Late nights in the studio, early morning with a bad bitch

Mid day I'm high as hell, late nights I lack sense

Memories I don't recall, alcohol dope and all

Every time I leave the booth I leaving y'all with open jaws

(Toven)

The way I'm feeling right now, is so profound

So is my style, I'm a wild child

With this sound, I am pimpin while you simpin

I be limpin with a gangsta walk

Gangstas move in silence so this gangsta here he will not talk

(Callon B)

Less we talkin money honey Backwoods full of hydro

I'm so one track fuckin minded bout my fuckin cash flow

Some wanna call me an asshole

Fuck it I'ma let the gas blow

Blow ya mind and over time I'ma be a Ginga who had soul

(Toven)

You got rhythm and you got soul

I got drank and I got blow

Abstract agorism's when I roll

Smooth ride to the fly side

I look down on haters as i hang glide

Damn, I must testify

(Callon B)

I'm the best to rhyme, fist up until I'm next to die

Set aside all these pesticides bet I'm next to fly

Got you buggin T-Taylor out here thuggin

We ain't huggin when we on the mic bussin

Then it's exit time

(Toven)

I'm bustin out with an extra 9

I'm on a extra grind it's my time to flex and shine

You niggas way behind I think it's time you catch up

Numb nuts, but the drugs I'm on don't numb much

Don't get bum rushed you dumb chump

(Callon B)

Chum buckets in the face of my nemesis, they ignorant

You can't ignore my emphasis on what I'm sayin in this

Is creation call it Genesis, the code is in my makeup

Homie wake up we can finish this we eminent

(Toven)

The presence of my blessings seem to be interceptin

My neglectance for the ignorant

Predominant is what I wanna be

But shadyness it be surrounding me

But I'll proudly be the one to grow and glow

And for the record I won't go

(Callon B)

Bitch I'm going on a roll, no not a triple stack

Got your back, full of more Prophets than a temple has

Rhymes like a temple smash, blows to your cerebral

Shit is lethal if you're scared make your way to the Cathedral

(Toven)

In this Chapel let me wash away my sins

I spot the Devils grin, I won't break at the shins

I was born to win, strong in the chin but stronger in the heart

And I won't croak until my body and my soul depart

(Callon B)

Designer bags under my eyes, safe to say I haven't slept in days

Whole lot of bad habits I have yet to change

The next to bang boom blow hoe whatver

I just do my thang, Flame dro on my endeavors

(Toven)

It's no contest with this conquest I'm on

In my zone with this stone

Droppin like a Army drone

It ain't no clone and these bitches is all shones

I'ma sit back relax kick feet on my throne

[Outro: Toven]

Ohhhh weeee

Yeah nigga

It's Callon B

Toven baby

Pablo Pacino

GYB

AC Productions You know whats up

Yeah