[Verse 1: Da$H]

Finger paints all on the paper got the joint tastin' like

Now-A-Laters, I fuck her now and then she shower later

All of my power seems to cower haters

Cars ?, get my flowers catered

Weed on delivery 'case you ain't hearing me nigga

It's clear to me nigga

Most of these rappers ain't what they appear to be, I'm who they here to see nigga

It's only evident, Grandmama said my talent Heaven-sent

But I still fuck hoes, get bent

Think Hell is my home address

In my loaded Guess, rollin' through your city in a stolen vlex

Hoe get flexed, while I choke the chef

He overcooked the meal, battle scars on the whip, I named it Seal

Weed by the field, dark liquor, niggas who's trained to kill

Crackin' the seal on the brick, measure and pour up my fix

Prescription beverage give me leverage on the bars that I pick

Mentally sick, think I'm criminal minded

Lost my brain, leave a message on my line if you find it, motherfucka

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

It's Ab-Soul, don't forget the dash

My nigga Da$H, FifthGod, full tank of gas

I light a match and write a rap, you ask why?

It's 'cause I blew/blue up just like the sky

Clever yessir, bet your bottom dollar

Or your favorite pair of red bottoms, it's not a problem

I don't give a fuck, no condom will be needed

You lookin' for luck? No skill or preparation to receive it

Peel the plastic off a pack of 'ports, took a drag and ashed it

The apple of your eye is probably last night's applesauce

Jack your apple for less than a bowl of Applejacks

Real Hip-Hop, you rabbits had just been jackin' off

And these days I'm getting high enough to bite the clouds

I don't know which way is up, but it's going down

And this a Blank beat like not a sound

Sssssssshhhhh

[Verse 3: Radamiz]

This shit is a prank

She fuckin' for "Nike's", just keeping it Frank

I'm the one but I'm keeping the franks (hundreds)

I get rid of your stank

Fill me with thanks

Or I'm leaving your wifey like a Hillary Banks

Watch her hubby go die on a channel

Trigger finger the shit I can't handle, uhhh

How to blow in IRL and a URL

Without going D4L, this is Brooklyn pussy, get the details well

Hookah hoggin', Henny hoardin', eyes italic from mixing both up

Nasty like I'm doing it for Ill Will still

Put a mill' not a pill in the pockets of my real real real real real real

Uncle caught a body, crib got hit with robbery, all this made me 'bout it

You'd kill your mother for 100k plays and get fame through an internet router

Panic attacks and still play a show at Baby's All Right & shoot scenes for "poweR"

Debit don't swipe with a retweet or like, need enlightenment and prayer and dollar

My brodie was going through Coke fits

If he ain't spray the cane he thinks he not the man

Sage in my hand fuckin' roasted, no cleaning my mind I got too many plans

You made me confessing to God

Yesterday I could've did, died

I was 'posed to go a couple years ago, I write so I can stay alive