[Verse 1:Lord Sko]

Nobody finding you real you've been two step behind

I've yet to find you climbing the hill

I never checked the time, just kept the sides but y'all gonna spill When you eat and they gon' try to take a bite outta your meal

I still fuck bitches of every color and creed

Tongue and cheek I could discuss it ugly and clean

I spill my feelings real I ain't keeping nothing discreet

But the dumbest [stuff??] covering trees and muddy and leaves

They might not understand me I gotta cut out the beat

This musical [??] rapping I make them jump out the seat

I'm for thе throne fumble the gold coat of gleen

Bе seeing double you just the one to suffer defeat

Only time I see a L is while I shuffle the weed

It's coming to me get drunk and puzzle my piece

Put together an idea that they gon struggle to see

Painting pictures naking scriptures finding beauty beneath

Make a living off a splitting what I truly believe

Take my business on a mission misconstruing the ruling to the illicit

You skip the movie a scene, rip the script and proposition

Keep the trick up my sleeve if the Renaissance is beating

Welcome to the museum abstract arts, y'all mascots

Loving the scene when the Lords cast on the broads runnin with ease

Marijuana out the glass jar along for the scheme

Get a chuckle from me funny thought you fucking with me

Yeah

I've been finding messages in the bottle from sipping it to the bottom

I witness this [slick bravado??]

What's a king to a god if he missing his arm

He was a god to a citizen who been listening sharply

If the clergy never heard me, then go send him this song, please, And tell him dig for the meaning I'm presenting it properly

Go to Clayton reverse herard the death of McCartney

When the church burned heard he first sermon it lost Me

I'll close curtains and leave you don't hurt and don't cross me

This green earth don't turn slower wishing them Godspeed

Yeah, I'd say I'm kind of worthy kind of sobered up

Conosouir of every monologue so not to worry

I'm spitting off the wall a lot of charming all the fury

Plus my heart got at the service and it's [served and working??]

You cannot deter me I'm on some other shit

I hate that all these average motherfuckers think they run this shit

Your favorite rapper act like a bitch but I still be sonning 'em

Said you with the bird you a puppet like Snuffleupagus

Running shit I see you tripping stumble in front of him

If these bastards talking fabric I'm pulling the rug from under room

[Verse 2:Bigg Dogg]

Oh, Lord sko told me get 'em so I got 'em

Pull up with the side so you know that it's a problem

Money Manhattan boys, you can never solve him

Brilliant rap's a pussy ball like Brazilian wax

I spit facts on dope tracks real rapping at heart

And after dog smoked gas while we dodging the NARCs

DTs in the gun squad trying to move tec

If they stop me in the streets I just tell them I rap

I can't help that I'm from the back block of the west

With packs get off and chicken heads

Ain't no opportunities for those stuck in the cycle

Shooters letting threes go from the line like Michael

The more like Curry need his money right in a hurry

My vision good see the path clearly nothing is blurry

Lord Sko that's my dog young bull got heart and he rolling with the dog

So it's more than just ball need 1 million or 2

Leave you breathing out of two ball splitting up the equilibrium And leave you bruise face bloody on the news

Ain't no fucking with my crew Upper West Side CNT3

Money is the most

Sipping Rosé with Henny when I'm smoking something cool

Politicking with this bad joint who wanna love the crew

This shit awesome I was born around the flossing

Even when I broke my mind tell me I be bossing