[Verse 1: Danny G]

Bonjour bitch The Lord busting doors with a full flip

And sippin cold coors with a fourth of that cool shit

Norse panel kickin foolish foes be tappin pimpin shit

But pimpin' ain't trippin just clap them hoes in the bull pit

Tools rip the thickness of any artillery

Known to harness, bump the hardest beats through the auxiliary

Go bar for bar like hard liquor was necessity

Challenging muah at his craft is adding pieces to the recipe

Fuck wit ya boy hoe, trust me I'm more than like-able

My flow will the leave the hot hoe colder than an icicle

Fresh as the freshest, pockets thicker than Precious

And my complexion is perfected by the ISH on my flesh bitch

Next to the best kid is what I'm aiming to be

A rest in peace to my soldiers that's dead and kept from the streets

I'm grinding my max out like what the fuck is impossible

Don't question the concept bitch I'm the cause and I'm plausible

Applause for the crew, kicking new shit for you clueless losers

Losing ain't an option accomplishment is what we do

And if you ain't down for the hustle then shut up with your rebutle

'Cause if not then you'll get popped like too much steroid for the muscle

Making buzz in your system is the mission for us

And if you ain't tryna get fucked you better plug in your plugs

Hahaha motha fucka just don't forget who it was

Danny G, D-Box, The D, bitch All the above, done

[Verse 2: Indie Thot]

Filling in the blanks money filling in the bank

Take it to the next level yeah I got what it takes

Up the stakes to the states then collect the cake

Like it was my birthday not even old enough to drank

But still I stay swerving on these beats

With that D-Box production no it ain't nothing to fuck with

Sleeping on me I'ma make sure that you tucked in

Chasing dreams with the same crew that I run with

And living life like a king we just tryna function

Middle finger to the law yeah we screaming fuck them

I'm getting paper like a fax that's a fact

Keep my shit together stay in tact never fade to black So

Tell the DJ play it back

Don't get it twisted kicking rhymes while I'm laying back

So when you hear my name you better say it back

No you ain't running shit go ahead and take a lap

I'm not talking shit, I'm just stating facts

Writing words past the margin so retarded yeah

Barely starting as an artist but I promise

This song will become a classic if you ever get me on it

I'm just getting on it I'm honest my shit is perfect

I'm honored to be involved in this game know that i deserve it

Just a young nigga with a pad scribbling verses

Brought the body bags in the back to put you back in the herses

[Verse 3: J.U.N.]

Spitting straight bars man out by the ump team

Talking bout a kid who was out at sixteen

With dreams of blowing up higher than a crack fiend

Get the cream its easy pickings when you got a fucking A team

Rapping lyrics that'll leave you turning

So it's a natural occurrence when we be spitting out world winds

Leave you wide opened like a free throw

Pay $250 an hour for that studio we get it free

Thats cause we play the game and take names

We'll blow up off of one fucking mixtape

So let me switch the flow and speak honestly

And come out with something thats been bothering me

Writing out bars man I ain't been about this

But we're making music for the soul

You should listen cause it's common sense

Talking bout how sick we are you're speaking on the obvious

I just hope to God though that I can make a couple cents

The first time that I grabbed that microphone

Ever since then, but I haven't slept since

Dreams of being big mixed with a sixth sense

Mix that with a couple pills, it can get intense

And I be doing this until the death of me

Visions of my death keep on haunting me so vividly

I just wanna make a couple bills for my family

Pray a couple more for their roses and their auntie team

[Verse 4: RooRooDaMoonMan]

It's Roosevelt on the beat but it had to be alternative

Cause they passed me the ball so I'm gonna ball permanent

Quit getting hurt bitch & get with the program

If she gettin' outta line I'ma tell that bitch Roo man

So slow dance through the explosion, erosion

Out Con on the streets causing commotion

Frozen my neck be maybe not currently

But I'ma get the riches when I'm swimming in that currency

Ain't no use in hurrying me cause I'ma make it go fast

Rolling in the fast lane speeding on your slow ass

Call me that pimp Roo or call me what you feel like

Cause I'ma fuck this rap game until the pussy's real tight

Got my eyes on the prize & I do it cause I can

My only trophy is my people cause I ball for the fam

This is the life, Let me live high

Let me live once, Let me live twice

Lemme live through the struggle

So that we can all live all right

Keepin' it G'd up to the feet up & I always stay true with it

I don't talk about it mutha fucka I do live it

And I'm flowing till my lungs drop, until my damn heart dies

Till I get that mansion on the moon's darkside

Clickin' with the clackin' it's the realest RooRoo mackin'

If you Fuckin with us I'm busting back & attacking

Blast it release the crackin', don't get the slackin'

Bitch this Outer Concept, we keep the shit crackin'