[Intro]

I don't even know what's goin' on no more

I don't even know what's happenin' man

Ain't no answers

I'ma figure some shit out though, Hit

You know? Yeah, yeah

Just tryna get my weight up

Tryna get all my watches in order

Get my safe up, get great

[Verse 1]

I'm twenty-one years past the 27 Club

It's like I went back into my past and then I sped it up

Robert Johnson, Winehouse and Morrison found where Heaven was

Heaven on Earth; this shit is magic with no fairy dust

Home of the gully, gangsta, the gruesome, and thе scary stuff

I told my brother Jung', "Fuck 'em, they gon' go through Hеll with us

They don't have the history in the streets that compare with us"

Hood niggas, they wanna be us. Thugs in the St. Regis

Only thing undefeated is time

The second is the internet, number three is this rhyme

Before security, my dawg had to sneak in the nine, God must be on my side

I had to eat and provide. My winning streak is divine

I told thun, "Leave the street shit behind

Don't let 'em hype you, a slow run beats cheatin' the grind"

Dawg, I'm tellin' it like it is, you gotta deal with the consequence

When you run in a nigga's crib, nigga, you better be ready to sit

[Chorus]

Dope dealers, street hustlers, popped cases

Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases

Big gamblers, skullies, hide faces

Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it

Left 'em speechless (Speechless, speechless, speechless)

Left 'em speechless (Speechless, speechless, speechless)

[Verse 2]

Pick a down on his luck rapper, bet he broker

The arrogance of a crackhead mad at a weed smoker

Or a pill taker who hate a distilled wine drinker

A killer who use a gun to hate on a knife swinger

Aight, I get it, it's who the littest, we in competition

Y'all did it first'll be the death, I got a proposition

You and your brothers stop plottin' on each other, plot on millions

Educate yourself, find ten different areas of interest

Spread your bets out. Double down on what's working then you double up

Hands on your paper, they sending hate no matter what you touch

Honestly, I'm speechless

Fly to Greece, twenty pointers on the chain, I freaked it

Lawn chair in the hood, sittin' comfortably

I must be insane givin' you bars runnin' companies

I'm done with the redundancies, checking on my history

Making content for Viacom, license music to Tiffany's. I come from

[Chorus]

Dope dealers, street hustlers, popped cases

Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases

Big gamblers, skullies, hide faces

Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it

Left 'em speechless (Speechless)

Just like when the judge read the sentence

Threw your life away in minutes

Left 'em speechless (Speechless)

The bounce back, the greatest feeling

When they thought that you was finished

Leave 'em speechless (Speechless, speechless, speechless)

Speechless (Speechless, speechless, speechless)