[Intro] (Kendrick Lamar & Kudo)

Psst, I see dead people...

(Yo Jake! Smoking dope and counting racks. Zstunna)

Man, we been smoking dope, counting racks and kicking back

You know what i'm saying? Look

Aye, look, aight, uh

[Verse 1] (Kudo)

How i'm rapping shit you could call me Kudo Manson

I run up in your house and hold grandmama for ransom

Long haired, gap tooth but shorty think i'm handsome

The way the Glock pop will make you pop lock and dance some

Youngin broke as fuck man just thugging in my And1s

I'm marching some drums asking when them fucking bands come

Goblins with some problems straight out the dungeon of Canton

He sending all them shots and brodie couldn't even land one

The choppa singing like an opera, masked up like the phantom

The Ak-47 pulled the Cormier and slammed em

I'm sitting in Miami well acquainted with a white bitch

I did too much of this shit it made my fucking eyes twitch

I'm geeking in the city man just thinking bout my vices

And O.D mad as fuck about the percs, they changed the prices

I really think they jealous cause I swear my flow the nicest

I'm bombing on a track like it's Iraq and i'm Isis

You saying that i'm ass boy you know you fucking lying

My flow is dope as coke that they be slinging, wanna try it?

And when I spit bitch shit you know it's fucking heroin

You said that you ain't pocket watching why the fuck you staring then?

And if I say the word you know that lil bro will bury him

My crew ain't got no care in them, that's why I gotta care for them

Uh

But I still can't show no empathy and I don't give a fuck if I die

As long as y'all remember me (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2] (Ghostface Killah)

Y'all already know what it is

Yeah, yo

Ayo I walk through the streets like the grand wizard of poetry

And ya boy got that bling, so niggas just know it's me

Jodeci, freaking em big Glocks like Sheek nem

Move with a squad, Dutch blunts we chiefing em

Gucci trenchcoats, military valor suits

Coke filtered through a machine it make [?]

Not talking Raisin Bran, when he took two scoops

One sniff will turn em to a dog like big Snoop

A smooth operator, cold world, 9/11

Cold world Fed-Ex cause i'm sending em straight to Heaven

Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan, stock of dawn

Standing on [?] in the octagon

Banquets, raking in the cream until the rock of dawn

Wedding day, get married on me, and i'll pop ya arm

Pop ya pop, or [?] several blocks long

Who shot ya? Is what I scream a big [?]