It's clear to see that this is $#&@ing manslaughter, bodies in the water
Beats in the casket, and preachers at your altar
Tweetin' from the sky like I'm finna land on ya

And (*##$es get pumped like Fishburne's daughter
16's'll cost ya, 20 years I'm boss(ta?)
You just in the closet, ^!$$% I'm a monsta

Full blown stick, you ^!$$%s a little nausea
Snappin' on %#@!, like what's served at Red Lobster


Rasta; but no dread-head, I'm too proper
I'm breaking down the game for you ^!$$%s like Bob Costas
Impostors; mighty Wolf Gang, you can't stop us

And I'm getting neck from your (*##$, like dog collars

Ya'll be bull%#@!tin' but I dodge it like a boxer

Weavin' like a ghetto black (*##$ gettin' primed up
Can't knock me, and besides I'm too high up
I ain't seen you ^!$$%s in a minute like Fine Dutch


It kinda feels like I'm living with my eyes shut
Walking on a dream, all the real ^!$$%s gon' rise up

Punks stay away my dro heads are like nine !@#%s
My old heads tell me go ahead, you doing fine son
I know that you !@$)gots don't like us

But you'd be winnin' if you did it just like us
It's a celebration, so I might just-
Fly to New York, sour diesel light the night up