[Intro]

It worries me, a lot

For real, but

Lot of stuff gon' be revealed

[Verse 1: PremRock]

I don't wanna bury the dead

Pallbearer for the carried dread

Funhouse mirror, stake it to the nearest thread

Yeah, might be you

See, clear time might sneak through

Eighteen-wheeler rearview maneuver like a [?]

Strong from spite, ice, cold burnin' a stiar, or right, nice, roll fair price for the toll

You learn from this mess

Fuck it, we ball

Contract dispute, Keyshawn, turn 'em to Jеts

Thousand yards of runnin'

Keytar drummers drummin'

Skip the wеddin', three sheets at the reception

Me in that confession, mutterin' somethin'

Cocktail hour, knee-deep in the digressions: "[?], did I fail to mention?"

[?] absorb the tone

Harpsichord, it was a vibraphone

[?] got the code that I should let you know

Find your own ride home

Debts pile on, like that gold on cone

That bygones be bygones

Even though I—

[Verse 2: Curly Castro]

Me and PremRock like Leonel and Marco

Solid in our weapon, but we dance with the dark still

Dark skills, [?], crawl into the altar

Hang first, the axe, and the last bullet author

Down walk in kneepads

Defense on [?]

Pinderhughes, slang walk, slip, where yo mama at?

Used to drag the muffler off that 700 Cadillac

Can we fuck the aux, ‘cause he married to a battle axe

Quarter Ramsey New Balance, when I chef [?]

Big boy with my fur dragon, 3000 my André

Panties on my face it shows, bitches acting strangé

Mississippi bullet on sight, [?] my [?]

Feral with my [?], slick, Ricky in the foxhole

When he snuff [?] in the [?], arigato

Fury of the gauchos, all is comings riverside

AZ theme music, mo’ money mo’ homicide