[Verse 1: C-Ray]

Yeah

Tartarian barbarians

Smoke Mary, stand tall scary and all carrying

Stall dairy, I'm all veggie and not varying

Megalithic, they not heavy as I'm carrying

Hailing from the halls of a [minty] that I'm burying in

On the grind to line up the paper like librarians

Keep the focus on where you going but not where you been

Never let em tell you the melanin's not relevant

Heaven sent

We in the thick of the simulation

Every one a sheep

Be asleep in a syndicated

Implicated run with the wicked and emulate it

Unsophisticated, bitches be fake and these niggas hating

They got you feeling jaded but I ain't intimidated

And right before I fuck on the world I'mma strip her naked

The mark a nigga making is never to be debated

Counting every blessing it's best you get reacquainted nigga

Brain

[Hook: C-Ray]

We dipping through the streets

Off that potion, chronic smoking

I can barely breath

Now this is what you need

Switching lanes and system banging

This my therapy

[Verse 2: Trizz]

Yeah

C-Ray heard this shit and had to put Trizz on it

Still on it

Motherfuckers know I've been on it (haha)

That's why I whipped this shit and had to put some rims on it

And my bitch bad, I seen her and put dibs on it

Put three albums out this year and I slid on em

Went big on em, you ain't heard what I did on em

So extravagant my sound is immaculate

Went from having nothing to buying and always having shit

The niggas dissing I'm' tripping and I ain't having it

Won't let em get me mad and shit

I see em and I'm acting quick

Reacting shit and defending what they throw at me bitch

Savage with the rapping who actually getting crack and shit

No slacking, and kill me if I'm lacking

God got my back and the homies is bout that action

What you're worth is what I am you ain't a fraction

Soon as I start subtracting and giving you all this magic

Nigga, Trizz

[Hook: C-Ray]

We dipping through the streets

Off that potion, chronic smoking

I can barely breath

Now this is what you need

Switching lanes and system banging

This my therapy

[Verse 3: C-Ray]

Check

Red or blue is for the homies

Surrounded by the realest nigga who gone run up on me?

Moving like a villain with the holiest of holy

And all about my business get to paying what you owe me

My niggas on the porch with the bangers and some OE

And bouncing in the low-low got it hanging on them gold D's

OG

Insane said fuck the fame just keep it low-key

You know me

I be in the lab, throw more vodka back while I blow trees

Obese

Beats banging in the whip looking out for police

No peace

I ain't finna dap or nothing I be taking no niece

Hold heat

Rolling heavy, niggas know I'm ready and I don't sleep

Cold feet

Never put in work and everyone will know what's gonna eat

Shit, even if I gotta get a nigga for his gold teeth

While I'm waiting for the music money every four weeks

I be solo with it, still I put out for the whole team

Spit the vomit till I get my pockets on the protein

[Hook: C-Ray]

We dipping through the streets

Off that potion, chronic smoking

I can barely breath

Now this is what you need

Switching lanes and system banging

This my therapy