Hook

She said boy you still broke as fuck

Hol up

Nah now the boy is the fuckin man bitch

Hol’ up

All this chit chat and yakkin man I pack bombs like I was from the taliban

(Yooo what the fuck did you say?)

Quest Verse:

Oops oh nothing

I watch all these opps

And look how they fronting

Im front row at a shootout man you ducking

When it's time to pay the price man you tucking

I roll out like samuel with ammo in camo

I Keep my name on the C lines like soprano

I conquer like Rocky Marciano

And channel these thoughts like a fucking grand piano

La Heim

Killerquest in a benzo time for crescendo

She plays with innuendos like nintendos

Jah bless and lord have mеrcy

I see my enemies and thеy all so thirsty

Thats why

I keep my chips in my bag not over my shoulder

If this game is star wars then I must be yoda

I'm like ice but just more colder

Im rock solid bruh my crystals folger

Back to back

Back against the wall in my black backpack I ran fast from the phonies this might be my last lap crabs in a bucket i saw the trap and clapped back at last I put the name on the map like a red flag I’m way too fly man

I might just catch a jet lag

(Dialogues)

Hook:

She said boy you still broke as fuck

Hol up

Nah now the boy is the fuckin man bitch

Hol’ up

All this chit chat and yakkin man I pack bombs like I was from the taliban

(Yooo what the fuck did you say?)

Tienas Verse:

Yo what the fuck did you say, Oh yeah something

Wait you're buggin, Im raising the bar like barrel aged bourbon

In a feral gape, while you can't raise shit your in sterile state cousin

Imperil hate, four eyed fuck take your bitch, stouburn, mclovin, fist bumpin

Spit dozen

They be hating on my shit but the kids love it

Mc's get fucked with a Mcmuffin on a McDouble, Wait

Doin a battery double A, are you looking for some trouble aye

I'll be just singing swan song eating wanton with couple mates

Double 8 double 8 everybody's gonna get fucked for nothing like a double date

Came in the game and I made some couple G's, sipping whiskey on the rock fuck rubblee

Ima troubled kid fucker dont trouble me, Im chris tucker dick sucker can't rush on me

You ain't get Passed, a verse of mine's a glitch in the universe i might just get a fucking Jet Lagged

Let's have a toast for the douchebags before your motherfucking parachute get's jacked

Hook:

She said boy you still broke as fuck

Hol up

Nah now the boy is the fuckin man bitch

Hol’ up

All this chit chat and yakkin man I pack bombs like I was from the taliban

(Yooo what the fuck?)

Nuke Verse:

"Every song we make is an anthem"

Every talk is cheap if you throw enough tantrums

Mans been awesome, see you fall like autumn

This is not drake, but it is started from the bottom

Fly since birth

I don't get jet lag

Hoes on the twitter smell worse than a butt crack

Smile for the camera but this where the thugs laugh

Know I've been away but I'm fresh like a first track

My mandem, fool proof condom

If you don't fuck with us, go and get abortion

If you want sauce then, we gon have problems

Sing for pain in a room, if you really wanna solve em

Specter Verse:

Staring at the lock screen, don't expect me to find keys

Used to breaking down doors thanks to anxiety david to these mighty, goliaths

Standing out like nipples in a tight tee

Jump in the pyre when i spark it up, y'all LARPing

Lots of you in the building can't find parking

Though we never show up, doing better things, than blowing some

Pouring up, healing hangovers with lemonade

(hold it)

I’m the villain on the pillion not coming for ur aid

Put the money near my mouth so I don't talk about getting paid

Straight to the slaying, love to the people for fuckin up the streams

(FUCK YA)

Eenie meenie minie mo

Make em fall like dominoes

Talking about unity

While they busy stabbing bros

Gonna cop a degree while i learnt from the streets

As the needle stops spinning leave em all deadbeat

Ya, bragging infinite, grinding almost nil

0-100 cause papi pays the bills

Clueless about hunger cause that stomach always filled

Can't turn up the heat cause rooms always chilled

How you gonna stop me

Ya pen don't travel on the paper still ya jet lagged

Take away my tools, Imma grow my nails

Write it on raw skin, no cheat codes But MONSTER MASH YOUR NONSENSE

Hook

She said boy you still broke as fuck

Hol up

Nah now the boy is the fuckin man bitch

Hol’ up

All this chit chat and yakkin man I pack bombs like I was from the taliban

(Yooo what the fuck?)