[SAM R I]

Homie called me Bugs, my rings 24 karats

Fuck ya merits my lips is sealed, never talk like a parrot

Ask me for a handout, amputate get ya arm pulled

A lil more than harmful for the crops got a barn full

Words at the light, and from the chamber bullets eject

Slippery slope drug game, what you think got my feet wet?

Way I serve fish was like a dinner out in Napoli

Breakin the bones of every thug, with no harmony

Your reputation a snitch? you must've lost the blueprint

There's gon be lots of nooses before the prosecution

Know your role I play the back if I have to

Or bag and ski mask my good hand's on the handle

Warren Buffet with the street trade economics

Hoodied up, 20 deep, muggin with the tec and mobbin'

Buck 60 trail of bodies lookin monstrous

You call em rappers? they janitors who ain’t moppin shit

[Ty Farris]

I was raised on the rough side, the valley where the guns rise

Bullets floatin fast like Big Pun rhymes, actually slung dimes

Now I'm pumpin product and punchin' punchlines

Different game, same hustle, still grind till the sun rise

Dark nights was dog fights your life was soft as a frog bite

You're a fraud, tap your jaw with a sharp knife

My bars float over your head like a free throw from Bill Cartwright

Road to riches, float in a Ferrari flickin the fog lights

My conversation with your broad like: I stimulate her brain

I spit some game, it feel like cocaine when it hit the vein

No gun walk up on a rapper and lift his chain

I fathered some of their flows I should've been able to pick their names

Pick of the litter, I'm the chosen one

The reason fiends noses numb, smooth as James Bond with a gold gun

A hustler I double profits then repeat that

My crown is a D hat, the reason your girls knees black, motherfuckers