[Verse 1: Defcee]

Buckle my baby in the swing and burp a rapper with my free hand

God must've called 'em to pick a switch and I'm the tree branch

Moving stupid, placing bids on eBay for a G-pass

Hours in the gym, their album cover on the speed bag

And I'm not even trying, this is what I wrote in my kitchen

Brushing a bottle nipple and rinsing soap from the dishes

Can't you see how big the total I get is for these verses now?

They rapping holding hats on the train, trying to work the crowd

If it isn't gonna change my life, I can turn it down

Still harvest fields of cornballs into kernel mounds

Any chicken they getting is colonel-style Kentucky shit

While thеir talk is tougher than cutting bricks with an oven mitt

Finally got back to the futurе, generator buzz

Had my first daughter and let the industry raise my sons

Public enemies see truth in this music, it weighs a ton

Body bag over the mic and caution tape on the drums

[Chorus: BoatHouse]

Jordan from the free throw, Kobe on the baseline

Spud Webb vertical, Vince with the hangtime

Brent Barry face-on, warmups for the stage fright

Coming for the crown and the ring, make 'em pay twice

Jordan from the free throw, Kobe on the baseline

Spud Webb vertical, Vince with the hangtime

Brent Barry face-on, warmups for the stage fright

Coming for the crown and the ring, make 'em pay twice

[Verse 2: Defcee]

Swim in algorithms ripping digits from the circuitry

The nerve of me, glitches evaded the fixes perfectly

Seventh century surgery clean, dirty fatigues

Thirsting for dreams that were turning Biggie's furniture green

It was all a scam, blades shredding chain mail

'Til the face mask splintering and not a single plate of armor stands

Underground redefinition, videos in dollar vans

Listen to they music, hit the I-am-not-the-father dance

A polygraph? They couldn't pass crash dummy belt checks

Welcome you to Good Burger, then rap about their Kel-Tec

Heading back to Cali and have not taken an L yet

Late and heavy-handed at the party, dipping with twelve guests

Justice willfully blind no matter how thin the veil gets

Watching pensively as its pension buzzed through the jail fence

You the muscle but would lose a limb during a delt stretch

I will not be hopping on any records with Adele next

Unless I get an Adele second half

I got married to the game, broke the bread, and then the glass

Stigmata 'round my writing hand, I bled out in the craft

Ayo, Boat, bring that hook back, man

[Chorus: BoatHouse]

Jordan from the free throw, Kobe on the baseline

Spud Webb vertical, Vince with the hangtime

Brent Barry face-on, warmups for the stage fright

Coming for the crown and the ring, make 'em pay twice

Jordan from the free throw, Kobe on the baseline

Spud Webb vertical, Vince with the hangtime

Brent Barry face-on, warmups for the stage fright

Coming for the crown and the ring, make 'em pay twice