[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!