Released on September 9, 2010

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[Chorus: (Big K.R.I.T.), Curren$y & Smoke DZA]

(We are) The best of the best, player

Take you round the world and up like elevators

(And they) They try to duplicate us

But they could never be, that's between you and me

Et cetera, et cetera

Et cetera, et cetera

But they could never be, that's between you and me


[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]

Dare I say, player? Fuchsia alligators

Looking through my eyesight like looking at a skyline

WiFi my aura, I’m so online

I’m late enough to be on time

She dodged yours and jumped on mine

It’s pimp-pimpin’, silk lining

Plush linens, hand stitching

I’m picture perfect, hieroglyphic

If she ain’t down, her homegirl wit it

Turning heads, lock like dreads

Caution, no trickin’, just excessive grain grippin’

Cup full of drank, blunt rolled, I’m lane switchin’

Me and King Tut had the same visions

Either stay home or come with it, some dig

But most miss it, I’m droppin’ presents for the ungifted

If you was in the lead, the momentum just shifted

A-team, three kings, four great feats

Name another Mississippian on a Ski beat

[Chorus: (Big K.R.I.T.), Curren$y & Smoke DZA]

(We are) The best of the best, player

Take you round the world and up like elevators

(And they) They try to duplicate us

But they could never be, that's between you and me

Et cetera, et cetera

Et cetera, et cetera

But they could never be that's between you and me


[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Yeah, uh... I’m up now

So bitches break trees down

Coffee tables turn, funny how funny style

Bitches come out niggas like they was pregnant with ‘em

Run with cleats on these beats, I am not slippin'

At your women, Febreze venom, I clean kill ‘em

Green linen, weed so soft I go so hard

Think of new flows in my old school car

Windex, no streaks on my glass house

And I know you won't rest that ass

Bitch, don’t get it twisted, ho, not so fast

Jets in the cut, niggas just collectin’ like scabs

I smash, brushing my Dickies free of the ash

A seven gram bag, ceramic one hitter in my stash

Not a thread outta place, eyes red, outta space

Drop bread, get out my face

[Chorus: (Big K.R.I.T.), Curren$y & Smoke DZA]

(We are) The best of the best, player

Take you round the world and up like elevators

(And they) They try to duplicate us

But they could never be, that's between you and me

Et cetera, et cetera

Et cetera, et cetera

But they could never be, that's between you and me


[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]

No sucker shit, we G’d up, it’s a boss movement

Just Enjoy This Shit, fuck you thought, stupid?

Rappers, as if, they all clueless

Cook up skills like a culinary art student

We, get it poppin’ like we ‘posed to do

Instead of kissing ass and sucking dick like most of you

Living on your knees, you got no control

Fucking haters, kick rocks with open toes

Lil’ mama wanna roll with some winners

’Cause we got more cheddar and the weed taste better

Big bambooze pack, my vision stay blurry

Weed purple like a Lakers away jersey

Plethora flows, plethora hoes

Down to do whatever I like, they don’t never oppose

Gold diggers tryna get their purse filled

But I send ‘em straight to voicemail, DZA

[Chorus: (Big K.R.I.T.), Curren$y & Smoke DZA]

(We are) The best of the best, player

Take you round the world and up like elevators

(And they) They try to duplicate us

But they could never be that's between you and me

Et cetera, et cetera

Et cetera, et cetera

But they could never be that's between you and me