[Verse 1: Chester Watson]

I notice good things come in two's, three's pushing it

Life don't come cheap, get it how you live

We on the fence

Weed coughing, dreamwalker, dream talker, leaves sparker, read often

And I got these beats off legit, cleaning up the camp

Wish granted like you rubbed the genie out the lamp

Poof, vanished, going ghost and Kent going vamp

Raise my hand and give a toast to all the ones that left

To all the ones that died

Still a jit that seen some things, I got my mama's eyes

I had to humble up and think I had a lotta pride

Even though I was wise, seeing black people die got me traumatized

I know hella people relate it's not about the sides, it's fucking homicide

Now a [?] but if they try it bet that I'mma slide

Old white people hating and I'm not surprised

Fuck it, I'm on 75 hitting 95

Lane swerving in a hurry, merging side to side

I started living life like I got 90 lives

I met this guy Hasan, he got like 90 wives (yeah)

Racing against time, God's by my side

My wicked tribe different got all kinds of ties

Minding my business, hot spitting, drop kicking thots

Keeping my distance, my niggas plot against the opps

[Verse 2: Kent Loon]

I got one lil bitch that gon bring me three things

Six sluts, seven tabs, eight zips, no wedding ring

I got problems but I smoke away my problems every day

Kind of flow that where we rolling up the cookie from the bay

I got dough, I got plenty dough, I just need a goal

Pour a four, got me [?], she love sniffing snow

Boujee hoe, lil boujee hoe, quiet if you broke

Take its soul, dig that pot of gold, taking what you want

Now I'm on, bitch leave me alone, getting to that cash

On yo' ass boy I do the dash, pussy boy cat

Making racks and that's full fact, I dont gotta relax

Swinging work, drinking, moving pack, flying like Aladdin, yeah

I need all my money today, like that rent due

Kent Loon keep on dogging up the [?]

I don't make sense but if that money do, I do

Boogers in the face of my watch make your mouth drool

[Verse 3: Chester Watson]

Yeah, I know sometimes the truth hurts, it what it is despite

Out in LA with the homies missing Christmas lights

Bumping DOOM and taking shrooms since I was 16

Cosmic wisdom translated into instinct

Gotta move a little different when you this clean

I Love Ugly threads on the kid, keep em pristine

Now I can cop all the equipment, get it when I need it

So gifted so wicked I can split seas

Cleaning up the camp, wish granted like you rubbed the genie out the lamp