[Intro: Ethereal]

Yeah, yeah

TLM

E

Drop that bitch

Yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Damn, son, where'd you find this?

Oh

[Verse 1: Ethereal]

Blowin' O's to all my foes

Young nigga tryna come up with a way to get some mo'

Young trigger man with the money plan, got no flaw

Polo on my drawls, middle finger to the law

I been blowin' good, never had to smoke with y'all

I been in the hood, had to make myself a boss

Paid the cost, lost some homies

Got some fam, I can't call

But in all I'm so raw, bite the swag, break yo' jaw

Summer, winter, spring

I could never fall, only ball

Polo on my shirt, keep it hundred 'til the dirt

If you caught me slippin' boy, it's all good, that's just work

When I catch 'em chillin' boy, it's all bad, they gon' hurt

Goin' through the ceilin', yeah we know, that I'm gon' murk

Any verse you get from me on the track, go berserk

Roll another swisher, sweet

Hit the street and go lurk

Told her baby don't believe me, it's all good, you gon' learn

[Chorus: Ethereal & TLM]

I been chillin' at the top don't need to blow

(They don't believe me)

I say, "Girl, I'm always in the studio"

(She don't believe me)

Always tell my plug I'll make him rich fa' sho'

(He don't believe me)

I can't do it 'less you paying for the show

(They don't believe me)

I been chillin' at the top don't need to blow

(They don't believe me)

I say, "Girl, I'm always in the studio"

(She don't believe me)

Always tell my plug I'll make him rich fa' sho'

(He don't believe me)

I can't do it 'less it's twenty for the flow

(They don't believe me)

[Verse 2: TLM The Reaper]

Believe, relax, roll another sack

Baby girl, sit back and bump these here car tracks

I been ghost a while, but the game is callin' back

Had to reconsider things, and where my life was at, aye

But it's okay, we'll see it one day

Dreams up in that loft, paint paintin' my life away

It's a new day so we pray, life crazy, no play

It's TLM the Reaper, see a fake from miles away, aye

My niggas dealin', smoke floatin' up to the ceiling

I think I smoke too much, girl, come here roll this up

And just think where we could be

If you put your mind to it you, can astral trip with me

Low-key, so low-key, see me on the highway

Cruisin' through the streets, my niggas hate defeat

Girl, come ride with me and E, we know the back-ways of these streets

If you just believe, you can fly away with me, CGM

[Chorus: Ethereal & TLM]

I been chillin' at the top don't need to blow

(They don't believe me)

I say, "Girl, I'm always in the studio"

(She don't believe me)

Always tell my plug I'll make him rich fa' sho'

(He don't believe me)

I can't do it 'less you paying for the show

(They don't believe me)

I been chillin' at the top don't need to blow

(They don't believe me)

I say, "Girl, I'm always in the studio"

(She don't believe me)

Always tell my plug I'll make him rich fa' sho'

(He don't believe me)

I can't do it 'less it's twenty for the flow

(They don't believe me)