[Verse 1: Lukan Rai$ey]

Well, it's the L to the R-A, I-dollar sign-E-Y

Ain't pushin' OG five, they bros in they khakis and boggin' no Levis

They stuck in my ways, I've been grindin' for paper

No time for the cluster bitch, I've been a hater

Fuck what you about, how you real when you fakin'?

I came from the South where they robbin' and blazin'

The federal agents try lock us and put us all up in the cuffs

Though we ain't done nothin', they plottin' to bust

The reason these snitches get popped without treason

You better believe it

Oh, fuck it, my OG pulled up with the funk

A couple of hoes out there passin' the yak

Out there in the bucket 'til I caught the [?]

Been holdin' my patience

Hey, fuck it, they worried 'bout nothin'

Been good with my [?]

Been dippin' and hustlin' to get advanced

As most of you busters been plottin' your hatred

My life ain't that basic

I do what I do to provide for my fam

And [?] get too poor, braggin' on my badge

Used to push a coupe, and now I'm in a van

Still I do my thang

[Chorus: Poetik]

And if you drink too much, man, you watch your dome

Had a smoke, nigga, watch your zone

I think it's time for you to roll

'Cause you could get caught slippin' in these streets

Watch your mouth, don't say it, shit

Me and my Gs don't play that shit

I'm a rapper that don't wear that skinny jeans

If you know what I mean, man, that shit just ain't for me

I rock khakis (Ki-kis with the house slippers)

That's me (with a [?], man, that's [?])

Rockin' to the beat up on my drums

To the smoke up in my lungs

Now who that next up on this song?

[Verse 2: Poetik]

Represent your section

I got mine, I ain't even gotta flex nothin' on me

6-eighty-5 O.G

I set the tone when I'm in them streets

Like acetone when I rock them beats

Vailima, sippin' it out the cup

Chill my Kobe, blazin' it up

My face litted up, I'll chip in the dub

On the next one, life or nectar

Apia City, I represent ya

Ain't no way to play the game

Unless I play it my own way

I'm hustlin' and still blaze a track

Keep it locked up like Alcatraz

Vital Status, we ghetto, huh

Breakin' bread with that paper stack

Day and night, I rock the mic, I'm out your sight

I'm ever iller than an afterlife

I smoke dope with the best of them, drink with the rest of them

Spread out like a parasite

Who got game, what? Better say my name

Tell the po-po better duck my aim

Apia loco when I go insane and in out your brain

[Chorus: Poetik]

And if you drink too much, man, you watch your dome

Had a smoke, nigga, watch your zone

I think it's time for you to roll

'Cause you could get caught slippin' in these streets

Watch your mouth, don't say it, shit

Me and my Gs don't play that shit

I'm a rapper that don't wear that skinny jeans

If you know what I mean, man, that shit just ain't for me

I rock khakis (Ki-kis with the house slippers)

That's me (with a [?], man, that's [?])

Rockin' to the beat up on my drums

To the smoke up in my lungs

Now who that next up on this song?

[Verse 3: PUKS OBVS]

Uh, yeah, if you tell me to hold it down

I got the flavour, they'll pay me to go around

Otara's my hometown, I'm ready and willing to smack over any clown

You're on a quarter pound

With the smoking either way or it's gone in a month

Even less than that, schoolin' y'all usos that some shit that I left from an older cat

Never holdin' back, slow dippin' through the neighbourhood with the windows down

Sippin' Cognac, picked up a lotta game, hangin' out at the laundromat

Where your missus at? Hold all the cars 'cause she wanna be where the rappers at

If she got the wandering eye, then what you expect when you chill in this habitat

Buddha love in here, make the other one a smoke of the blunt

Making me smoke, don't smoke like a child

Shit hits the fan, I'm poppin' the trunk

Pro club with my prints on the front

Cover my khakis matching the chucks, brother, relax

You might feel my wrath, fakin' the funk, you do the math

You're just a punk, tell 'em, uce

[Outro: Poetik]

Tell 'em like this

Pro club tee, khakis on with your Chuck Taylors

Or with your [?] crystals and some clean-ass socks, keep it pimpin'

All you need after this is a Vailima to blow, we out this motherfucker, peace!