[Verse 1: Danny Brown]

Smoking blunts, wiping ashes off designer jeans

I'm like a king, throwing rings, grabbing angel wings

Doctor King on a balcony in body armor

Kush coma, poppin' pills, should a been a goner

But I'm still here, getting money with the G's

If you ain't really there, like a trick up your sleeve

Your bitch got more seeds than Mexican brick weed

And you ain't got no work, like a nigga on sick leave

My expertise is ex and weed

I do more wet shit than an ex-marine

I'm like a hitch-hiking hipster with Henny in a canteen

Throwin' up gang signs, peace on a Byzantine

[Verse 2: Sahtyre]

Catch me off a fifth of Beam

Light skin James Dean

Every bitches dream

Smoke a gang of green

'til my lungs catch gangrene

Got your girlfriends panties wet

That's a mainstream

Nigga what do you mean

Pull up to the scene with Avril Lavigne

I'm able to logically kill a track

But I don't need a reason, I'm a machine, yeah

I'm smoking purple cookies

Nigga that's some Dr. Seuss shit

Blow my bitch a kiss, she chop my lines up

That's my Sous-Chef

Oh yes, shit too fresh, and if you flex

You get suplexed in your duplex

I ask who's next and then I probably trip some booze next

White bitches think I'm Hugh Heff

But I be like, "Bitch I'm the new Treach"

I can't help it, guess I'm naughty by nature

And if your bitch is acting thirsty

I'm a Bobby Booshay her

I'm on my worst behavior

Prince Thunder, I'm the savior

Been grindin' since DuckTales and Power Rangers

Coz my expertise, is extra steez

Best believe, rep the west

'til I rest in peace

Catch me sussin' in the uber

Taking bumps off keys

It's them motherfucking Bruisers and the LSD