[Verse 1: Capital STEEZ]

Locked down, got the game in shackles

This some new shit from the same old asshole

The cash flow with the track, though

Son had to step it up just to raise the stat quo

I'm tellin' 'em I might go bonkers

If my mind ponders from hydroponics, two words: psycho, pompous

But the world doesn't know what a psychopomp is

They still can't explain why birds fly

I can tell when words lie to my third eye

Tryin' to get rich off a single, then you blinded

Dumb niggas so one-track minded

I tried to be a nice guy

But stars only come alive in the night sky

Fuck a limelight, I already shine bright

And we all wanna piece of the pie, right?

But I'm just tryin' to better my team while gettin' some green

It's the American dream

But this is America, not a miracle

So it can't be as good as it seems

I lost all hope in civil service

I ain't even end up on this mic on purpose

The ring leader of the nitro circus

The real freak-show, so at night you'll surface

[Verse 2: CJ Fly]

Either they tell him he's really cool or they ridicule

Silly fools

The pro's been dreaming big since middle school

Killin' 'em all not because it's our job

But just to feel involved

Break these bricks down 'til the ceilin' fall

Fuck that, we gon' raise the roof

Choppin' trees and clippin' bud, it's in our roots

Tell you the truth, I'm tryin' to feel in the glutes

Know that I ain't playin' when I tell you give me the loot

I been big pimpin' ever since an infant

You're a sistren, so I ain't advocatin' incest

Gave her some, now she can't get enough

I know it's sucks, baby you know you want me like a sippy cup

Pops used to pick me up in his pickup truck

I got one shot so I'ma hit it like a sittin' duck

The reload, I just want you to be loved

Just know I'm tryin' to hit it like C-notes

So take a cab to my crib, but know I ain't payin' for your shit

You better see if you could get a lift

Girl, I'm throwin' game at you if you catch my drift

And if I pick you up, then miss

You don't give me no ass, better pitch in on gas

And maybe you can crash at my crib

We could fuck then act like it was an accident

[Verse 3: Chuck Strangers]

They say Chuck a stranger, how man? Everybody know me

We tryin' to get paid, me and all of my homies

So we devised a plan to get these grams

Hoppin' out, guns out, face painted, on some dead president shit

Growin' up, that was my favorite flick

Taught me to keep my black ass out the white man's army and shit

Nowadays, we spend money on Jays

Quarter bags of haze and fine light-skinned honeys that blaze

Wakin' up, the sun's grazin' my face

No more standing in place, gotta keep this shit movin'

If you brick, dog, keep shootin', you gon' get it all net

And if you don't then stay out, man, 'til that sun set

Two seven's what I'm reppin', fresh Jordan's what I step in

She said, ask a question, I'm that nigga she be neckin'

Che is too fuckin' dope, never fuckin' come in second, she said

"Wait a second," I said, "Time is money and money is time

Unless your head game dope, then sweetie, you wastin' both"

Shout out to niggas that I used to chill with

Man I miss my dogs, on some Michael Vick shit

Letters on your door, bitch niggas get evicted

My down chick rollin' swishas

These ain't raps, nigga, they motion pictures, uh