[Verse 1: Indeux Shabazz]

The 87/88 pushing pedals to floors

Subwoofers move the block, I mean it sizzle the floor

Bandanas out the window, is you ready for war

Summertime in my city, nigga settle the score

A year prior I would face priors for my desires

A pistol would of had me a victim of common rivals

That nigga took her pussy, that's what she told to survivors

My niggas wanted war, I seen the lust in her eyelids

Ear, to the street I had his name and a province

She gave the pussy up what's the point of the violence

Never speak about it kept on moving in silence

Live, by my codes, keep my personals private

Ain't trust too many, mama the only option

A couple niggas with me since screaming out 6 popping

My sister, held me down

My baby mama the one

My son's, better carry my legacy when I'm done

I'm prophetic in my message, called anointed by some

Called lover by many, but only loving to come

I'm humble in my approach, nigga a never be broke

My mind is worth a million, I pay it out in these quotes

For God, so loved the world, he gave up his only son

For your life you won't give up extra bacon on a bun

Sick and tired of being tired, turnt into the realest nigga

When I through up my hands and realized I am that nigga motherfucker

[Verse 2: Rappin’ Mitch]

Christ sake what a nigga gotta do to make a half a flake

Take my style wave it at your date

You suckers fake ain’t never been around real

All beyond burger nigga never been around steak

Never said can’t or ain’t, just do and did

Never stood for bogus, her flower is the lotus

Been focus beyond Ford is

Dopiest writing so glorious

Smoking potent and eating oranges

Freestyling on cordless

Or payphones with quarters

In yoga position semi-circle

Several serpents in the corner

Soaking up the peace upon ya

Positioning opposition that’s Nemo in shark water

Demi with no bravado, ducking swerving each pothole

Rocking moccasin blindfold

Watching time tick, jotting rhymes sick

Plotting on rich stone rolling Bun Pimp

Since a jit jump ship

Censorship, told that bitch, I don’t suppress speech ugh

Then did the dash deuces, got favor like fruit juice

The Dame Dash blueprints

Don’t let circus amuse you, tell these rappers the usual

Get jewels and bullshit

New whips they’ll repo, those lyrics they reuse

Nigga we seen this show, think this is a reboot

I’m turning tables with turbans, cooking dope with butter

Selling merch out the cauldron a rapper kind of sort of ugh