*Phone call with Gutta*
[Verse: Russiani]
Gutta my idol forever, you know that's big brother
Wonder how we so alike
Different pops, same mother
We like the Clipse, but in too deep to go become a reverend
Plus it's in our DNA to become a legend
Holding out on the merch, fans want me to drop sh**
I ain't dropping 'til DSU give me a doctorate
Can't believe the price they charge for a bachelors
Painted on tour for a month, and made that back for us
Spent it all in some weeks, couldn't sleep, that money creep
So I'm up late night hoping that it come back to us
This money like crack to us...
And this money keep cracking us...
Maybe this sh** too deep for the intro
Getting this off my chest feel like when I first got Nintendo
I never thought I'd see the day my parents marriage end slow
I never thought I'd see the day a cop playing pretend though
Shouldn't have to flood these streets yelling for peace, f** the punk a** police, they just want n***as to cease
And we suffer double defeat
Cause the same n***a protesting might k** a n***a next week
And the same n***a too scared to show a girl he sweet
Hide the truth behind our teeth and release when we hit the leaf
Guess that's why I'm in this booth like it's confessions
Sharing all my lessons, and sh** that got me stressing
And if I said I'm never scared then I'd be a liar
I'm ready for this sh** to pop off I'm like a spare tire
They know they made a mistake, should've had hope in him
Just getting started, cut the rope, Grand Opening...