[Verse 1: Pick]

If you a fiend for euphoria, my flow cleaner than Oxi

There’s Percs of Percoset right, we hurtin' em so affirmative

Flown through turbulence, I guess its servin' me like

I got a fork and a knife, my mind stirs when I’m fried

I saw two birds in the sky when I was stoned

I got deferred for a while, I shoulda known

She was irkin' and flirtin', flippant and trippin' and fallin'

In feelings, now she feelin' like she alone

And now I think of myself in a different league

She on the sidelines of the minors wit a hell of a team

Sentenced me to like seven months of somethin' obscene

You see what I mean when I say that she prefer the vet

Never mind that, just a dime bag makin' my rhymes whack

I’m high as a hi hat, tappin' ass more than an iPad (damn)

Game locked, plus my chain long like a fatty acid

Throw the finger to the white house while sippin' Sammy Adams

Im not cold hearted, I’m icy

Plus, your bag of blow look like a slight breeze

Bought her some Adidas, but she only wants Nikes

We show up to my uncle’s bar wit fake ID's

I code arrays, and after I take my array of blunts

Call me a pyromaniac, when I’m lightin' em up

Call me a Quaker when I’m spicin' it up

Call me a chef when I’m slicin' it up, on your gram likin' it up

And I might slide if I like you enough

And if I do, kick back as I’m typin' it up

Ironically I’m getting high for the low (sinnin')

By 21 I hope that I can atone, but

I just toked more tree than trig

Who said my sine’s whack, pray they plea the fifth

[Verse 2: NxG]

This beat kinda too fast

But watch me turn it to a Rodney King master piece

Beat the beat like you pussies will prolly beat your meat tonight

Playing like a symphony

Y'all need to get with it

XPick ambassadors to dope shit

Fresh off the magic school bus and that's the cannabis

So if you cannot stomach us, then do not come around as we start acting up

Ms. Frizzle's had enough of our bent and out of shape rhymes

While she matching em with dime baggies on the rags to riches grind

Look, I stage my own interventions

Momma still tripping like there's rope and she slipping up

Lil nigga matched Pick with the verse

Most of y’all niggas cotton soft

Pick cotton, claiming your shit is hot like slave back - doubt it

When it comes to tic tac, X em off, minty fresh

Rapping harder than passing a drug test after interludes of blunt first word to the sentence

Check it, oh shit

How the fuck he do that?

Cleaning up my shitty act like a janitor on the Aftermath of a Clan member on my back

This a clash of them

For this class act, got Dre knocking on my door, he wanna hear me rap

My rhymes is sicker than diseases of the Chronic type

Got no plan for curing them, so Doctor’s out the door, bye

I’ll see him later when it’s time to pay the rent on the

Cars I been whipping

The bars I been spitting that got these niggas mentally tripping

Like the incision when I cut the check

Toddler with writtens - your shit it kitten soft

Always asking questions, like "how my shit a molotov?"

I’m the fucking bomb - you should’ve heard of me nigga

When I was green you probably shouldve tried to murder me, nigga

I’ve been popping off like top off the Behr Paint

Smear the paper with the ink

This that new Saint Brick on the block

My niggas keep it pushing like a shopping cart

Hark the Angels singing when the burners get to ringing BLAT