[Intro]

Yeah, check, look

[Verse 1: Kid Dop3]

I got pot to smoke, pounds on me like bench press

I don't consider this heavy lifting, kush cologne, I know you smell it

Catch a contact, a mile away you start inhaling, I been riding blaze

Ghosted as I'm floating through my city

You hop inside that foreign, watch them people treat you different

Off status symbols, new shit ain't even tinted, just a toasted owner whippin'

Baked goods, my kitchen jumpin', gold grill shimmer

Through the smoke and business discussions, and that's a slight flex

Quantum steps over your Timex, I chatted with the jeweler

Asked him if he could design this, put the crown in my mouth

They grillin' ya highness, still smoking that blindness

My aroma can treat your gramp's glaucoma

Need 2-8's on my zips, no shorts, no [?]

Too stressed for stress dog, naw I keeps that potent

Seen my ex the other day when I was gliding down the beat

I ain't stop, I ain't talk, I ain't even skip a beat

Just eye contact and smiled, brim lower than my seat

Yeah

[Hook]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I gotta keep it discrete

Yeah, yeah

I gotta keep it discrete

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I can't have my name in these streets

No, no, no

I gotta keep it discrete

[Verse: Dom McLennon]

Niggas love to talk about the grind, when they don't really do shit

Why everybody so useless? Best I get to do is use 'em as a toothpick

Acting so foolish, left me killing every track, ain't therapeutic

Bitch I got the movement and we all so ruthless

Don't got time for no nuisance, don't fuck with my smoothness

You niggas are clueless

Guess that it can be hereditary

You ain't got a future if it isn't scary

Hit a lick by any means necessary

But the type of lick we hit is revolutionary

So you must be mistaken or minding or vacant if you thought we ever were faking

My dream ain't been taking, I'm going for all of the bacon

That's due to the place I was raised in

You niggas is burnt out like raisins, oh no

I guess that that would be unfortunate

I put that ego up like it's an ornament, fam

Hope my bro feel this to feel like the man

Options never been in my plan unless it's options in the contract

You ain't talking digits? Better fall back

Hit you with the vision, and we off that

Niggas can't flex like us, cause they never thought that

Goddamn

[Hook]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I gotta keep it discrete

Yeah, yeah

I gotta keep it discrete

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I can't have my name in these streets

No, no, no

I gotta keep it discrete

Aye, I gotta keep it discrete

Yeah, can't have my name in these streets

Uh, niggas be talking and plotting on me

I gotta keep it lowkey, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I gotta keep it discrete

Yeah, yeah

I gotta, yeah