(Hook)

KING:

I did way too much I need some help, can't be messin' up with no one else, take it how you want go please yourself, just leave me enough and I'll do well

(Verse)

KING:

Pickin' seconds out from minutes to figure beginnings where problems start, had them medics in a panic I did some damage sat and laughed it off, double pack a day bump of rack and play fuck around until the morning, sit and puff away not enough for me knock em back had trouble walkin', feel like a ghost only half here stuck to this host, wake on the floor blood in my mouth do it some more yeah, pull up the car poison in blood pushin' it far, yeah whippin' it fast pump vibes till I breathe the motherfuckin' last yeah

(Hook)

KING:

I did way too much I need some help, can't be messin' up with no one else, take it how you want go please yourself, just leave me enough and I'll do well (x2)

(Verse)

JAMEL:

Yeah, back in the day it was nothin' nobody was snitchin' nobody was bluffin', now all I see is a bunch of illiterate fuckers I'm causin' a ruckus, watch me I'm shootin' these buckets, me and my crew and there's nothin' above it, I got some chronic and baby you love it ain't nothin' a problem these rappers are bluffin', I need somebody to show me the way, lately I don't give a fuck about things, puff on the trees to diminish the pain I'm just waitin' for somethin' to happen then bang, everyday writin' these flows we movin' the culture we raisin' the scene, and don't be so quick to admit it you see me I finish forever the music I breathe

(Hook)

KING:

I did way too much I need some help, can't be messin' up with no one else, take it how you want go please yourself, just leave me enough and I'll do well

(Verse)

JORDAN:

Heard them others talkin' blasphemy, talk smack get trashed in the ass a catastrophe, these cats rap lack somethin' that don't match to me, freeze on a motherfucker like hold on they try to run away but run they mouth when the shows on I guess that we chosen, you bitches are old news, the crew has the whole bunch pistol whippin' a bitch but we ain't ridin' with no guns, uh, pick up the packages rappers keep actin' like they know somethin’, stickin' your back and that crackin' your shit up from your nose bone, get your pen and still while I been grabbin' wheels got my bitch who ridin' it shotgun when I need to cop a feel, Dr Phil couldn't delegate us motherfuckers explodin', sneak your front us other brothers gettin' called Trojans, fuck these others man they lookin' like they got frozen, flow's cold in a summer you could see it smokin', F S

(Hook)

KING:

I did way too much I need some help, can't be messin' up with no one else, take it how you want go please yourself, just leave me enough and I'll do well