[Verse 1: Stack Bundles] [?] Got the fishscale Rubber grip pistol Pop, like it's Cristal Rich lip wow, [?] with the [?] Had to struggle to get my weight up Left lane, left lane now they want me to wait up Can't slow my pace, no time to waste [?] who the f** face to face Gotta embrace the hate with this life of mine Y'all wanna raise the stakes put your life on the line Mine's is real Stack Bun' signed and sealed Got a mean watch game, keep the ice real [?] I don't like talking And I keep some hot wheels b**hes catch feelings when I'm walking Bop too gangster, Glock too heavy No more turnovers I got Far Rock steady [Hook] I keep it gutter like I keep it gutter like I keep it gutter like I keep it gutter like [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] You can see me, low key in a Ford No keys, the doors open like grocery stores Or see me four-fifthin I had you n***as pourin liquor out like it's prohibition The piece that speaks for itself And the row I gotta mention the flow that's tension No flinching Pop benching with them 245s Or [?] moving pies like FOIs Y'all don't know though I'm the illest crime caught on tape since Caine and O-Dog And I won't talk, even if I'm caught red-handed Like don't walk, I flip it with no thoughts sh** on, everything you big on The [?] with no [?] [?] clips ons You can talk until you blue in the face But you can pause it, if you ain't [?] in the face [Hook] [Verse 3: Stack Bundles] Red n***as got hate in they veins I clap n***as leave hate in they brain Let me teach ya The hood n***as call me Roger Cause I'm flooded in carrots And I floss every day like it's Easter The beats the reason I ryhyme Streets the reason I grind And I don't need heat to shine Cause I didn't when y'all oppress me End up dead or missing like Elvis Presley [Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco] You know I keep a chick topless, keep my whip topless Keep my spit toxic You keep it in the closet [?] things can get un-pretty Like bars left from Chili For the sake I hope I keep everything quaker oats, real gritty Or 3-0-50 On the rocks like Whitney Filthy, and [?] like spittin dutch and gillie Close, but no Philly [Hook] x2