[Hook: Lauda & The Yung God]

Swear to God, it was a dream

In the basement, we'd plot and we'd scheme

Got the burner, that's just for the fiends

Now my wodies, we all on the scene

And I got what you need

Yeah, I got what you need

Yeah, I got what you need

All for the dream, now we all on the scene

And I got what you need, yeah

[Verse 1: The Yung God]

Talking to me cause I got what you need

The yellow, the purple, the white and the green

Bag full of work when I pop on the scene

Drugs and money, nothing in between

Just got the script and it's full of the 10's

Bout to pop one and go do it again

Out here just taking them drugs with my friends

Just playing, it's me till the end

Stay with the Percs, selling the Dirts

This ain't a job, but I stay with the work

Creep in the cuts, stay on alert

Fuck with The God, go and get yourself hurt

Fiends hit me up like, "dawg, what you got?"

"Got what you need, got it on lock

Come through right now, I'm up in the spot"

So fucking high, looking down from the top

Purple stuff all in my cup

Purple stuff got me on stuck

Off them drugs, you know wassup

Live from the Plug

Purple stuff all in my cup

Purple stuff got me on stuck

Off them drugs, you know wassup

Live from the Plug

[Hook: Lauda & The Yung God]

Swear to God, it was a dream

In the basement, we'd plot and we'd scheme

Got the burner, that's just for the fiends

Now my wodies, we all on the scene

And I got what you need

Yeah, I got what you need

Yeah, I got what you need

All for the dream, now we all on the scene

And I got what you need, yeah

[Verse 2: Lauda]

Fucking this bitch in the back of the yard

Couldn't believe I was going that hard

We drinking and smoking and always stay barred

Don't call me a loser, call me avant-garde

I'm gone in a moment (moment)

Couldn't believe it whenever I'm on it (I'm on it)

All of my Backwoods are so full of chronic

Some Gin in that Tonic

So is it ironic, that that got me feeling mnemonic? (faded)

All of these trees they are grown hydroponic

Blowing those rings like I'm running with Sonic

And coughing all day from the things that I smoke

Taking these steps so I stop being broke

I pour purple on blunts and I let that shit soak

There's no need for that now, we too faded to toke

You run that shit back cause you think I misspoke

And I'm using these bars as a method to cope

And you're asking me "Yo, you mean lines of that dope?"

Can't confirm or deny if it is what I invoke... Woah!

Watson got me faded too often

Covered in green, like I'm playing for Boston

Try to massacre me, end up in a coffin

Just fucked up the flow and the rhyme scheme, I lost it

[Hook: Lauda & The Yung God]

Swear to God, it was a dream

In the basement, we'd plot and we'd scheme

Got the burner, that's just for the fiends

Now my wodies, we all on the scene

And I got what you need

Yeah, I got what you need

Yeah, I got what you need

All for the dream, now we all on the scene

And I got what you need, yeah