[Intro: Jet 2]

Three thirty-nine a.m

Just finished working on the last track of A Daredevil's Dream

So it's a celebration

[Verse 1: BeeGee]

Bossy, no guidance but never will he sell his soul

Not having it is evil so the money is the main goal

Remain strong in these streets, mean muggin' grittin' teeth

Tempation is after you, so compatible within these sheets

Money, cars, clothes, hoes, damn I want a lot of those

Don't you fucking judge me, nigga who's not really shallow though

I don't give a fuck, this is me; I accept that

Confidence is key that's why you bang all my worse raps

Pull at Lucy's late at night

Higher than a Nasa flight

Get an enchilada plate to prep me for the wake and bake

Tighter than some leggings dude

BeeGee is never begging you

I'm pegging you lyrically

English language symphony

Take my girl to Tiffany

She comprehends it shopping spree

LV, Jimmy Choo, Fendi is undoubtedly

In the bag, my pants sag, she love a nigga's mannerisms

OG like me never on no vandalism, bitch

[Verse 2: Jet 2]

Lookin' like a...

Lookin' like a million dollars or something just by the way I sit

Put me in the room, I'll probably hit just to say I did

Wake up searching for it justifying the way I live

It's heaven sent... kickin' rhymes for a dime that's no where a ten of ten

All black everything, leading will like the men in them

Chasing after cake like Rihanna after the S&M

As soon as they steppin' out, I'm steppin' in

If I ever had two exes, they just took an L cause I'm one of the freshest men

Crew is like an army of messengers, got the game on lock

Like a figure four, we're no wrestlers, this ain't wrestling

This is more like vaseline on the ass of three models

Real toasty, going down on the third floor of the Bellagio

Word to BeeGee, nigga Wrekless ENT, nigga

Shaq and Kenny Charles announcing it, TNT nigga

Shout out paparazzi eating Pocky's on a beach

Oh, you caught me want a piece?

What you TMZ nigga?

[Verse 3: Rico]

Damn, I swear my crew the hardest

Been working to get acknowledged

So if you niggas ain't targets, then

Listen to the words that we been said

Been spittin' rhymes since licorice and a Big Red

Gettin' a big head, let me slow down for big head

She a super bad bitch, but she'll be coming for big bread

Yeah, God damn this shit is superficial

But I swear if she on her menstrual, I'mma grab my pistol bruh

Shoot a bitch with a punchline, her pussy next

You just lunch while we've been waiting for crunch time

And yeah, this a bad time and boy, yup droppin' bombs

Nigga ain't ready, just call my ass Osama

Yo' momma know what's up, cause drama

So call yo' momma right now, she gon' slobber

On the knobber

If a nigga ready, I just tell a yellow-bone

Just hop up on the corn-a-cobber

Hit her real quick and yeah the bitch way thicker

Than the last one, smoke her like the last blunt

Spit it like a pastor

Nigga, do you feel him?

I'm a real nigga, get it boy I'm a villain

Or hero, everybody know what's up, the real one

Jet said all black, do you fucking feel him