[Verse 1: Tylo May]
Yuh
One time for the 1-9
You lil n***as grounded I'm the one flyin'
Say I ain't got no cold flows?
Pinnochio's nose grows just to show, you the one lyin'
And that's real boy
Few n***as in an automobile boy
Takes One Fingertip on the steel boy
Could go bow bow bow bow
k** bill boy
Happy I ain't in the sights tho
Round here my sights more on The 5-0
So my eyes o-
Pen cause the sty's low
Come thru hop in
Where you tryna go
Well
Hope you don't mind up
Cause we stay steady smokin hope you don't mind us
Blood rush around my iris
Everything I touch is gold like I'm Midas
Workin everyday just to raise his sk**
Spit kinda how the steak gets grilled
Hungry even tho my plate is filled
Imma keep on grindin 'less my days k**ed
His heart was what had led him
On a path no, turning back, 'til the Martians come to get em
Keep on serving tracks until the start of Armageddon
Full throttle, all brakes off, hit the pedal
It's like
We work for the hard medals
Then pay no attention to the scars that help
Us get em
Cause the focus is always on the medallion
Break the lotus and roll dis up in the stallion
Load of motives, just know I'm focused and hopin For the day
They notice I'm chosen to put the city on a wave
Tsunami
Due prolly
After a n***a 'gon catch a few bodies
Tryna make it to the top but my present view lobby
Smoke down with my n***as til the whole crew zombie
[Outro: Tylo May]
Smoke down with my n***as til the whole crew zombie
Yah
Yuh..
b**h!