[Verse 1: CrackTheSafe]

They say I gotta stick with the hustle homie

Underground, find my shit in the tunnels homie

Runnin' from my past, that's the struggle..

And we runnin' out of time, so huddle..

I'm headed to the top I ain't settlin'

Bitch I feel like Escobar 'cause I'm medalin'

I mean Medellin, I got that medicine

I got that THC, I mix it with some Hennessy (swish)

I got that shit that make you see some shit you've never seen

I swear my life is like a movie this is every scene

Uncut.. gotta KeepitG, ain't no editin'

Goin' hard for my team that's on everything

Everything ain't what it seems that's on everything

If you don't know what I mean, you don't know anything

What you know about the Feds? They were knockin at my door

Knocked it down, had us droppin' to the floor

Askin' questions.. I don't know.. what you talkin' to me for?

I got a message for you hoes, you ain't stoppin' me fosho

Hold up

What's a helicopter to a pothole?

What's a chopper to El Chapo?

What's a dollar to a pot of gold?

If it ain't about a dollar homie then I gotta go, Adios..

Drug Dealer Anonymous

The problem is they don't even know what the product is..

[Verse 2: DJ Cataclysmic]

My name holds its weight in cities like golden bricks

I tip the scales with my thoughts and pennies, I lost my sense (cents)

I'm innocent until proven guilty, and he will be...

Tried many times but every line is always filthy

I watch 'em line up and get put down, I push nouns around you

So much that my whole sound surrounds you, it's astounding

My omnipresence is anything but anonymous

Streets been knew my name, I've been on top of this

Gotta give a shout out to the ones that's not here

But we still in gear, shiftin' to the next year

And every year after like it didn't matter, just another chapter... Turn the page

Turn the paper from the white, to the green like a rapper on the stage, and

Everything I write sounds like I was on the white, or the green when I made it..

I'm spittin' in the matrix, and I'm bout to be on your playlist, bitch fuck your favorite, It's CrackThe$afe and...

Blackberry still runnin' shit

You couldn't walk a foot in my shoes bitch they not gon' fit

I stay the same, I'm not gon' change, homie i'm not gon' switch

I spent my last on some Holy Grail now watch me flip

I'm stackin' bread from all these lines you cannot sniff

Bling Bling

Everytime I come around your city it's KeepitG

The local AAPD tried to knock me for some priors

But I maneuver like a tire

Keep it rollin', bob and weave, call me Tyson when im writin'

Cause it's so enticin' and the wordplay is the tightest

I'm flowin' as if I had opened up a fire hydrant

And it's never watered down

You the type to fuckin' type it on the web and wear the crown for..

The most hated in the cyberspace

You don't wanna see me in the cyphers bitch I eat your face

I keep a small circle right around me now just in case

They said posession was the case but now im pushin tapes..

Wait (weight)

And they love the taste... (woooo)

I always knew I was the shit but I just couldn't make the toilet break, nigga

Disc Jockey slash lyricist, writin with my right, rippin records with my left wrist..

Daaaaaamn Daniel

KeepitG, we stickin' to the scripts like a manual

[Verse 3: Hi Potent C]

Homie I'm gone within another zone, another frequency, leave me the fuck alone

I'm watchin' for the hook, then I ran and had to tuck the chrome

I'm everywhere, and I ain't never scared, my lyrics crushin' bones

A couple months that I was locked away but bitch I'm comin' home

Sent from hell into a better realm happiness wasn't known

But I'm here in time to clear the mind and prove that what is shown

I'ma walk the shit that I'ma talk so nigga fuck a phone

Come see me in person bitch I'm workin', overrun the throne..

The bars that I spit and write is hard, I'm a different type of great..

We don't spit a like, you take, but I'm given flight

But its alright, cause you ain't tryna die, verbal in a fight

Bitches might be tryna chill but I ain't got em in my sight

I'm eatin' man, food for thought, you know I gotta feed the fam

5 kids, so that's how I live, I leave you bleedin' man

Guns up for all you dumb fucks that wanna scheme and scam

Eye for eye and I ain't tryna die so let's get even fam

It's time to ride but I would rather pray for adversaries

That'll play and act like they should be in cemetaries layin' flat

State the facts while y'all exaggerate and make the fakest tracks

Lord'll give and takeaway so I'm spendin' to make it back

Me, myself and I, and plus the team I'm here to help survive

Honestly that's how I gotta be I couldn't tell a lie

Hella' fly, the flow so fuckin' hot that I could melt the sky

Let 'em wonder how your homie did it, never tell em why..