[Verse 2 (Joey)]
Everything was good until reality struck, never thought that reality could cut me deep like a reality cut
A fake salary like we ain’t eating that green Mama my dream be king and i’m gonna be honoured
But im beyond it, not being a safe when i’m rhyming
Outshining the Muhammads cause i’m a Brooklyn bomber
Bringing the drama, start ? your timer
No Hakuna Matata, wake up that ? your medula omcata?
Stop thinking what your tinking with
Hold ya bladder save the blabber
Roll a J with some grabber take a plane to Allah with the sh** im supplying
Or put you on the road to zion no lying
Yo flow tiring, im a flow tyrant
The best with the grip to your neck no violence x2
[Verse 3 : Juice]
Live from the underground, peep the style
Wild motherf**er, golden smile
Tryna stay level headed, hold sh** down
Walk around, no crown, champion bound
Flatbush raised me, the drug game paid me
Yo b**h I’m blazin and smoking in the same speak
Buss up in her mouth piece, n***a there, no seeds
Steady talking green, Walkin with a lean
Life ain’t, Life ain’t always what it seems
Never gave a f** getting out my dreams
Beast Coast, we been here, permanent ink flow
Got the choppers, pop yo partners, fill em up like empanadas
Young man, any given day could be yo last
Elevate yo mind, intertwine visions from the sky