[Intro]

(I love you, 20K)

Overlord, yeah

(313 Mafia)

We on that

We right back at it

[Chorus]

Scotsdale road, I'm at the Breakfast Club like Charlamagne (Big)

Plug found out I got an apartment in his daughter name (Yeah, OV)

Overlord, it’s bylove, DBZ, it's all the same

Look at all the chains (Ooh), bitch, we in the Detroit hall of fame

[Verse 1]

I hold a Drac like Nintendo 64 controllers

We gettin' cheese (What kind of cheese you gettin’?), Gorgonzola (Yeah)

My weed seventy an eighth, you can't afford to roll it

Got a re jogging suit, I went and spent my mortgage on it

Respect the store runners and the middle man

Them the type of niggas turn bosses if they get a chance

Hands-on at the trap, a ghetto Vince McMahon

I call the plays, run 'em, and might give a big advance

The hoes fainted, seen the Forgiato toes painted

Do what I meant when I told her, "We should get more acquainted"

Countin' blue face Dweller, that's the only way I'm goin' stainless

Still gettin' rap money, every album, flow is changin’

Out bein’ a kid on the Bimmer, think like Serena Williams

Bricks off the boat, I think my plug used to lead the pilgrims

So blessed are the ones that are the ones that got a chance to see a million

Most of the time, it's somebody from they team that killed him

[Chorus]

Scotsdale road, I’m at the Breakfast Club like Charlamagne (OV)

Plug found out I got an apartment in his daughter name

Overlord, it's bylove, DBZ, it's all the same

Look at all the chains (Ooh), bitch, we in the Detroit hall of fame

Scotsdale road, I'm at the Breakfast Club like Charlamagne (Overlord)

Plug found out I got an apartment in his daughter name (Doughboyz)

Overlord, it’s bylove, DBZ, it's all the same

Look at all the chains (Yeah), bitch, we in the Detroit hall of fame (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]

They tellin' me to post more, show my personality

If I do that, I'd fuck around and have the police after me

Niggas askin' me, "Do I still ride with Quis?"

We locked in, just got some blocks in, but all you niggas actin' cheap

Been in them trenches, fuck knee-deep, I'm shoulder-deep

Still ridin' foreigns, but a nigga movin' so discreet

I don't got no pick-up lines, I let the Rollie speak

Ride around in pickup dimes, these niggas owin' me

I probably made the most pape' on my pill runs

I'm a real plug, shit, I'm knowin' you gon' steal some

I raised a lot of niggas, but I got a real son

Shit, he on his third Moncler, I still ain't did one

I never asked for they support, but niggas dead to me

Some of you bitches too, but you can give the head to me

Know you niggas Timmy cookin' up, you want the recipe

Now they face crooked, lookin' like they took an Ecstasy, it's Overlord

(313 Mafia)

(I love you, 20K)