[Verse 1: Tom Pepe]

I got you

Yeah, uh

I'm puffing blunts for many months in a row

Your my buddy if you got goody and front me the dro

It's cold outside, only rocking hoodies and coats

My music makes you think about it, feels like nothing before

I pray to god, that there's a god so I can trust in your ghost

I feel empty when I'm hungry and got nothing to smoke

On the molly with these bitches tryna bustin em both

Hustle these flows, get it then go muscle the road, swerve it

Duckin a pole, on a hustle for dough

Hustle for shows, and damn sure ain't trusting a hoe

A lot of cats be busting flows, but they ain't touching me no

Check the people, for people who fucking evil

Keep the G code, family first then my amigos

High as seagulls, when I die put me on c-notes

When I was young I remember I would use the cheat code

But now my steez so clean it's like a free throw

On Greek row we used to stir it up like Steve Biko

Now each week I'm feeling weaker than the week before

Bleaker than my sneakers on a peak I never reached before

Walking home at sunrise, feeling knee deep in snow

It's unreal but shit I guess it's how your trip could go

The living room so cloudy used to live in smoke

Yup

That's all we do, we just live in smoke

Off the loud swerp the sound if you didn't know

[Verse 2: Tom Wilson]

Funny you surprised we here, when you saw that we coming

While we ain't stopping for nothing, til we dropping a hundred

I do this for my brother, mom and pops and all of my cousins

Also for you, and you, and you and every block where you bump it

Hop in your bucket, pop trunk it, go and knock it in public

Cause this beat rot like an onion, my DJ chop it and cut it

So we don't have to stack no gwop I make it hot on a budget

Understanding that it ain't gotta produce pop it to love it

I've heard the subject I was judging all the coke that they doing

A hypocrite hitting the spliff can still smoking an losing

Supposed to be showing, improving through the flows that I'm using

Hoping this music opens you and all your folks to the movement

Cause with no school and slow and stupid, I was chosen to do it

Making a killing off dealing, or living broke as a student

Your closest homies gon' skew it

You gotta focus and view it

I've been feeling hot headed at cats that I'm supposed to be cool with

Tired of being left for regret and a lot of remorse

But to the ones that stayed down, I got you of course

And to my pops when I'm rich, I'mma cop you a Porsche

But right now this ain't shit, just my thoughts from a porch