[Verse 1:] Josh Atticus
Freed Boosie
But they snatched Gucci
Love Raven but they like Rudy
Rising action to this life movie
Or the present action of a blooper to be
Doobie crudely rolled with trembling hand
Teen turtle poster flash as camera pan
What if Mikey and Donny went on to college too
Would I enroll right after and add comma to
Ma duke debt
Knowing that the debt got debt
Loan fish steady lurking cause the debt got depth
Stole my daddy flow
Guess the wet got clept
Said borrow heard kept
Digress f** the rest
Cause y'all them n***as with the silent tree
New thread still reside where consignment be
Go hard from the start no need to pre
Drop dead when you get word of the E
Culture n***a
We some Vultures n***a
Blacker than the bottom of a post hole digger
Making solo figures
Til my soul grow bigger
Got a big shoe to fill
Bob Feller filler pitcher
Picture me on the track
As I rap into Mac
Knick knack
Looking back
It was whack
Like crack
Whitney
With me
My peers
Thunder of God only we fear
If a n***a throwin shade
I'm dodging I'm swaying
Every time I leave bent knees she praying
Mama already know them boys they preying
They slaying
And laying baby boys in caskets
Tragic
Magic
How I'm only 17
If a fed had a guess why I'm 23?
Balderdash
Poppyco*k
And hogwash
Hog watch
Glock co*ked
Top popped
No follow up so why stop
(Hook)
I be thrifting with my n***as
Yeah we goin in
Hope y'all equipped because the culture yeah we roll to win
Bout day a go
They shaved the fro
Some major Payne
Change what they want to but my soul it will remain the same
Play the game
[Verse 2: NicKnight]
Im not who i pretend to be, the enemy is into me
My sentencing is bars behind a life of remembering
Finch and Soren taking orders
Thats A couple Dead beats. rigamortus
The tortoise is famous for making it at the slow pace that he's taking it
So we bound to be chasing the thought of facing the mic if front of thousands of faces
Im just saying We might
Time is discouraging
Trying is applying the mind to a greater purpose
The dirt is where the work is, it's all worth less if my words dont bring service like the churches
I need bars
IPhone home when I preach
Im connected to God
And the E it's just a letter
A message of ours
Will never reach our peak unless efforts involved
We collide and energy is released
My crew Too high, we all helium 3
Bring heat, like a bus full of athletes
Leaving miami
Three stars make the whole team
Orion's belt, we hold things up
Meaning the skies
See Earth is just a cuff link, the universe suits me well
So when i grip the mic, I know the world gets what im spitting wells
Im deep
Our paper coming later, thats document-tary
While on the trail, we k**ing the game dysentery
Our fame barely
Our names who cares
The flows are too scarce
Its scary, They too scared
Success is my only fear, i know its so near
I face it, its so mirror and the image so clear
Ocean of flows, Josh is more than just a pier, I motor the boat, Redd keeps it afloat
(Hook)
I be thrifting with my n***as
Yeah we goin in
Hope y'all equipped because the culture yeah we roll to win
Bout day a go
They shaved the fro
Some major Payne
Change what they want to but my soul it will remain the same
Play the Game
[Verse 3: Alex Redd]
They prostrate for identity
Turn around tell me what I gotta be
Shot dead in the streets or the head of the elite serving treats n***a that's a damn Lottery
Claim a token in your slot machine, don't you know that you dealing with a smart n***a?
Or maybe just a human being (amen) Ignorance could be a lot thicker
You leaking that info They hit with the m4
Legally herbin' man sh** be so simple
I cannot believe it
You'd be so conceded and leave out yo n***as like CJ and Kendal
From ghettos to mansions I hope you remember
Living two decades just wait til September
Never to old to leave the placenta
We going for gold, just know you ain't k**ing us
My feelings the same if my message to blame and ain't nobody feeling us
Real enough up in the booth, cause
You know that the exiles is paramount
Something like Melinda Gates cause them bills is all that they care about
What is our fate, grim if these n***as don't hear me out
I don't like to pretend, see what these posers is really bout
You rich n***as ain't selling coke you ain't slanging bricks you ain't slanging weed
10 percenting on the rap game got everything they gon ever need
I got culture up in my fricking sleeve
Yeah homie this is my home team
We energized, I got bars that'll knock a n***a out them LL beans
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