[Intro]

Aye

[Verse 1: UNCLE JOOSE]

They wonderin' how the boy still doing this shit (how nigga?)

I know a couple homies who done 'ready called it a quit (I know em)

You either got it or you wack dawg (facts)

And if your shit ain't got no substance ion see no way you gon' last long (uh-uh)

"Never chicken out when it's rough son, believe in yourself" (yeah)

Those words from my ma, just a few of her gems

I'm livin' by till the day my body's zipped in a bag

And always treat like verses in the holy writ and Quran

Only time I fold is when I'm at the Laundromat

Treat negativities like bots on my Gram

Block 'em all

Fake ties never hesitant I cut 'em off

Cos snakes bite, you know that shit could be venomous (uuh)

I only keep a positive mindset and a lil circle the size of a dot you put in decimals (yeah)

And furthermore keep puttin' in work till all I got and execute is regarded upper echelon

[Verse 2: Tamedo]

The upper echelon

Where the realest niggas be at but you can't be stepping

Unless you're really really real, I rest my case on Kendrick umh

Good kid in a mad city

Where ass/titties selling like it's garri, grab your nuts, niggi

But life's a beach ain't it?

Sand, sand, stand back feel like I'm 'bout to throw a fit - psyche! (Ow!)

Jekomo pe silver spoon no get filter (ah)

Teba sun le oma ya yin photo t'oo ni filter (yei)

Emi kan bashelo, on a solo like a bachelor do (yeah)

Rock alone so my circle's looking like a damn hoola hoop (right, right, right)

I'm poisonous to hungry rappers, to ba lanumo, ooops (oops, uh)

Candle nights and merchandises all customized with "Adieu" (adieu)

So long, kill em all

And go shop roses (yeah)

Roll up

Leave em on the tombs

"God rest their souls"

I hit em up into heaven arms like a rocket launch (woah)

That's the closest they get to the upper echelon

Tammy

[Emergency Operator & UNCLE JOOSE]

Attention, attention

An emergency has been reported in this building

Please cease operation and leave the building

Utilizing the nearest exit or player exit stairway

Do not use elevators (uh uhn)

Repeat, do not use elevators

You done picked the wildest bull to grip by...

[Verse 3: UNCLE JOOSE]

Aye

You know when I step into the booth I get to spazzin'

I go loony tunes, go loosin' screws (aye)

Over beats I tighten up on Fruity Loops (Fruity Loops)

Producing too

Shout my Brodie Blarkk, nigga schooled me thru (uh, Blarkk)

Like booties do, now my whole beats slappin' like they really should (yeah)

Grateful for my pops making sure the boy stay musical (uh)

It's deeper than these bars I be slayin' dawg, shit is truth (it's deeper nigga)

You stupid goof

Fuck you calling rap? that shit ain't lyrical

You'll do in who? Sure you want me snappin'?

Nigga who is you?

I'll eat you raw (eat you raw)

Or like Mai suyas do the Shish Kebabs grill you up (grill you up)

In the booth on witty fire-heated bars

Or in a duel, nigga (in a duel)

Still want the smoke? I'ma bring you all the "kush" on a silver platter, dawg (bring you all the kush, nigga)

Boutta let out all the fume like a chimney and exhaust (bring you all the fume nigga)

You picked the wildest bull now your ass bout gettin' gored (uh)

Boutta let out all that fume like a chimney and exhaust (yeah)

You done picked the wildest bull to grip by the fuckin' horns, nigga

Aye, aye

You picked the wildest bull to grip by the fuckin' horns nigga