[Verse 1: Mikey Kim]
I make girls split like bananas
Go crazy like gorillas
Got girls cray like I was a pill of "percosella"
Play them like a cello
Got bad b**hes call them Ms. Bocella
Y'all gonna remember-member me I'm a 100 beans
See me like Snoop cause the OG
Ain't a fighter but I could meet you in the alley of Cali
I'm like Kid Cudi
Maui wowie
I'm young, so I ain't got sh** to worry
Always in a hurry
Girls mess like fat guys going for McFlurry's
f** with me, knock your eye socket out
You blurry
Too bad I had to fake it like I left school early
Wired, cars, like 96.5
Deep conversations, try to take a dive
Heart ain't beating how am I still alive, when the life probably can't survive
You can run but can't hide
Game blunts mean a long L ride
f** haters who said I couldn't make it
Skip cla** just roll it
Ain't a goodie goodie
Got rappers mad like their clothes got muddy
Listen sunny, rise and shine
Not a fighter but I'd rather throw punchlines
Light green buds are always mine
I'mma put and still got girls waiting in line
People hate on me when I never did a crime
We live in a f**ed up world with smut, drunk, f**ed up girls
Hard to find a girl like a pearl
Spitting so much fire they starting to think I was hell
Reload that shotty shell
Nutty a** rats, call you Lansdale
Gotten payback like blackmail
1-5-1 Bacardi, life's just one big party
Doing back flips like I was Jeff Hardy
When it comes to girls I'm cute like Preston's dog, Ardy
You sweet like candy
Go harder than your girl giving handies
Nut a** bull so I called you Sandy
I'm the grim reaper like I was from Billy and Mandy, some souls I must hunt
Like we at Kenny's when we look for who buys the blunt
Roll that purple skunk, never dumb so I'm wise like a f**ing monk
We sip out the mug
And if you upset get the .38 to hug
Rough like a dog sitting on an old rug
I'm like a cig cause I shoot you right in the f**ing lungs
Can't keep up to my pace so rappers slip like they're standing on a f**ing tongue
Ain't wanna tussle
Not easy get into like the heart muscle
You're bull's off
Making money bull you just got f**ing hustled
[Verse 2: Themba Ntaka]
I was so f**ed up I said a girl with a boyfriend was mine
Leave me out the sacrificial picture that hangs
So pretentious, young big ol' bang
Headed to the same grave from this pretty alignment
So still I respect my solitary confinement
I done had s** with all four walls
Then became the fifth
Just to feel the pull of all
Wake up call for their histrionic chronicle
Tackled you from out of the line
Let's get high
And this is what it feels like when you're a mountain away from Montana
Towel treat that tawdry veneer
Mere rag of the dirty boy who doesn't get past the ear
You can say the dude on the rap beat was the progenitor of the change from emcee to integer