[Verse 1: Coodie Breeze]

What it do what it is

Coodie Coo from the ville with this space funk

Me and Sage copping blades for the sake of

Those posted up, cooling shit with they woes

And they go wearing gold, niggas draped up

Prove they ain't gotta sell they soul for the paper

How they move do the talking never say much

Last night's blunt I ain't smoke so I face up

Now you know what it is

Young gods in this thang nigga praise us

Playas hate but we love how they hate us

Cause homie my glow can't be out glowed

Pyramid on some other shit I'm like here yall go

But we living in the future pimpin where yall go

Game winning free throws hit with both eyes closed

Cause it's nothing for my niggas how we spit out flows uh

[Verse 2: Tyler Major]

Meditated like the air and mist

Rhythm prints between the snare and kicks

Focused on my next and on my neck is worth your cherished whips

NRK trips we never slip

Rap composed after shows we wrote it just to speak the code

Garnered partners out the Springs that's well connected

If you seen it how I saw it then you'll knew it manifested

Only count the mula by the cooper never knew the shooter

Saw you decribe as aware I thought "bruh I hardly knew ya"

All these niggas tryna play Sage

Don't make me drift you to an early maze

The rose petals on the meadow smelled of summer days

Back when I drove you to work and shit just to see your face

But now a nigga rappin, snappin on like every tape

And if it wasn't for you spudding, who would I be today?

Thought about this in the spring before the Archie tape

Everyone sleeping hope they wake up to the morning rays

Walk through the garden and through the vineyard to taste the grapes

Sage