Released on February 12, 2010

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[Verse 1 Curt@!ns:]

My phone went off

Somebody said, "It's been a little minute since Dope went off."

So I had to throw one off

Set fire in the booth then the smoke went off

You don't really wanna talk when the toast involved

Double R killin' niggas like them Oakland boys

Suicide doors feelin' like a coastin' car

Yeah he too gone

Got two Golden Arms, I see U-God

I'm heavy on the freaks better watch them broads

I'm heavy in the streets, new watch new car

Oh no he didn't

Look at his Benz

Wait what's that?

Dope's shittin' again

You little motherfuckers all gitty about rims

While I'm out lookin' for boats just like the Children Of Men

Huh?

Don't come through my city again

You think you're fly, I'm Flier

How Philly of him

Huh, I spark niggas like a philly with mids

Huh, two guns I've extended the Clipse

Push!

I cause Malice

I call Statik

Tell these little rats niggas, get in the gym

Huh

Get they wait up

Or get ate up

I got my plate up

Where's my fuckin' waiter!

I need breakfast, hahaha

Nice necklace

I wreck shit, so I jumped on Reks shit

If you think this shit crazy wait till you hear my next shit


[Verse 2 Reks:]

This for my doggies on the east east

Homie gon' eat eat

All the Wheat-ies ies

Stormy lines, Corey lines, borderline, P.E

Revolution, evolution, E.T

Bartender pourin' my rum and lime

Come a time I ain't got a dollar sign

I'mma be just fine

2010 Columbine

Bomber when I find a rhymer with my kind of grammar

And I promise I'mma sign up to his Twitter page

It's the age of the technological craze

L.O.L. 'em to death

R.E.K.S., ahead of my days

Hours, minutes, seconds pen pressed to the page

Bench pressin' this western beat

Sleep, you cray

Z, baby

The beat he's slayin'

Cause I do wreck shit and he close curtains

This for certain

Nice cause I say so

LMFAO

Don't quit your J.O

Ayo, T.K.O

Pen play fortified, leave my foes mortified

Sure to die, surely I

All the time slay those

Flow since a day old

Patata/potato, you get baked, hey ho

I make doe, over your head joint

Connected like the halo

For real

Comparisons pale

Embarrassin' to me though

Think about ceiling heights

Sick with it y'all niggas feel alright