Released on 2012

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[Verse 1 - Sage]

Badass, crack tracks

Leaking from the half staff

Crescendo on dim hoes and

Wack niggas get laughed at

Sugar sixteens, these

Niggas is diabetic

I run your lyrics through Google

And find 'em posted on Reddit

C'mon sage, give the nigga half credit

Like he did half an assignment

Really hard to find shit

All up in my closet like Robert with a Beretta

We slanging chedda for

Fellas who darin to say they better

It's the motherfucking first, 19th and 6th letters

Triangles and money signs

Amongst what we collect up

Along with dead rappers

Did I say rappers? I meant actors

Acting like they could get half the max respect we get for trappin

In the motherfucking tracks

Nigga we also make that

Get the fuck out, Sage smoke mild more than black

And we smacking all these faggots

I'm accurately badass cause I'm a

Cannabis enthusiast, producer

And I rap, nigga


[Verse 2 - Dalvin Tha Real]

I been on my shit since middle school

This nine'll leave your nine lives uncontinual

I said "Fuck school and every individual"

And if you got a problem I'll leave your ass in critical (condition)

I'm just an OG, blowing on medicinal

Tryna find time to fit these hoes in my schedule

Bad bitch, and her love is unconditional

I swear to God, that's the type of chick I'm looking for

Shoutout my nigga Sage man

The smoke we blowing leave a nigga in a daze man

Niggas mad cause ASF getting paid man

And now all you niggas' bitches is getting laid man

I'm that nigga out the gutta-gutta

Never hesitate to cut a motherfucker

Got a bad yellow bitch but I could never trust her

But her pussy good, so I still love her


[Verse 3 - Dom McLennon]

The new guy to the group, but still a veteran

Not a shock artist, won't talk about who I'm better than, and

My identity's kind of an anomaly

But still committing sodomy on every track solidly

What you doing Dom? You know, some botany

Been in the green, you niggas smoking mahogany

And O.G's love to hate, I never expect apologies

I'll snatch their fucking kangols and knock em out of their wallabies

I guess that I'm an oddity

My third eye got in the way of my lobotomy

They say I rhyme methodically, I say I write mythologies

Not cockily, cause in my past life, I wrote The Odyssey

I guess I'm illiad-matic

And my breath control sucks, you'd think I'm really asthmatic

Y'all are really crack addicts if you look at ASF

And don't think we're the illest kids to ever take a fucking breath


[Verse 4 - MiC Kurb]

M-I-C-K-U-R-B from Pink Cocaine

The flow insane

Enough to rock your whole damn brain

Rep my gang

Slick enough to hide your plane

This ain't no game

My lyrics finna go "bang bang"

Causing damage so nobody can

Handle us, I dismantle ya

Reassemble ya, I'm the coldest

Like how December do

Allegedly was Mr. "I'm too hipster to care"

But beware, way y'all moving, it's no

Time to prepare

Wearing wifebeats

Hypebeasts

That's just how my life be

Never been competitive

So swell it up to fight me

Maybe when I'm dead

Let's pretend that I might be

'Till then, telling all these

Rappers "Take a hike, please"

Way I see it, yo

I'm doper than the most of them

With that I say, it's bombs away

I go and make a toast to them

Coming with 100 percent of me

Nothing less of me

You best believe

I kill em with the A-B-C-D-E-F-G's


[Verse 5 - Deon]

Call me handy

With a Camry

I’m hard as a mother can be

You could mark us like a Camby

Or shoot us up like we Brandy

In Moesha

Cause we Randy

Aziz’n the Tia Landry

My head has been at the top so my legs

Could understand me

And I was only talking tables

Tables turning word to money

Money is the word to describe the feeling in your tummy

Tummy is sick from the money, which is flow

And the flow becomes money when the tables turns it slow, so

What you know about AliveSinceForever?

What you know about the team

And the lines that we’ve severed?

Never needed the punch

Always stuck to what was clever

Verse be going over heads

Ain’t that a projector?

Nah, that’s just me just showing you the border

Cause rappers be failing in testing

Can’t stomach the disorder

ASF up it’s the new world order

Fuck what you done heard, Deon’s a destroyer


[Verse 6 - Kevin Abstract]

My game colder than The Hangover

H-Town done swang over

To another land

Motherland

Birmingham, Gregory?

Heard of him?

We standing on some couches being loud and obnoxious

Police seem to hate us, but that's only when they watching

I locked in

My box is toxic watching, understanding

Creating my own planet, damn it

You cry when I vanish

ASF keep it going down

Fucking Titanic

I manage

Keep high standards

My chick is too bad, together we cause damage

Ain't none of us

Have shit, fuck it

I'm a motherfucking savage

Your chick is too ratchet

Our hoes be the baddest

Tight pants, lowkey

A nigga stay saggin'

Shop at PacSun

Give a fuck about fashion

My passion is rappin'

XVII is a classic

The bastard that's rapping

Is about to have it

Bitch