[Verse 1: Xavier]

Yeah, break bread with my niggas at the top

Middle finger to the cops when I pull up in a coupe

Nah, we don't even hoop

All black hoodies got us looking like a group

Like K-Ci and JoJo, tryna ball till they make me the logo

Put some trophies in the case and some in the safe and the flow is laced with the fro-yo

Cold, ice, freeze, we from the lower degrees

We from the town where the streets are so quiet they probably know if you sneeze

Bless, yes, I keep that mary in check

Preachers get very impressed size up the comp and we bury the rest

Always kept the shit a hun, back when we was in Hyundai

Too turnt on a one-way, moonwalk on a runway

Yeah I grew in the 90's, so the boy is All That

Skinny nigga tall black, going at the ref, what you call that?

[Verse 2: Trizz]

Take control of the bankroll, switch francs and some pesos

Paid show after paid show, paid dough and I made more

In here if you ain't know, in the back 'til they say "Go!"

Where we at we be laying low, give the fans what they paying fo'

We gon' pull in the drop, we got' be doin a lot

We party and crash in the spot, smoking in public and swangin' a lot

These niggas be sayin' a lot, don't really want it, being playing a lot

I know I be swearin' a lot, that's why I be smokin' a prayin' a lot

They gon' have to save me a spot, I'm one of the craziest names in the pot

I get it these niggas be faking a lot, these niggas be hatin' a lot

That jealously taking a lot, cause niggas ain't makin' a lot

I gotta keep in the law, waitin' my turn to go straight to the top, nigga