[Verse 1: Bun-B]
Late $$# nights come from long days

Doin' all the right things in the wrong ways
Doin' all the wrong %#@! for the right reasons
Sprinklin' midnight game, call it night seasoning

Haters get salty give 'em cholesterol
Trill O.G, mop up the floor with the best of y'all
Then dry that (*##$ off with the rest of y'all

And catch a flight to Rio de Janero for la festival
Yeah, and that's word to fit a baldy
Ball hard like I see menace out of my Spalding

And I'll break your face with a no look pass
Now back to your parking lot pimp with yo little hook $$#
I use harsh words cause these are hard times

And trill-ass people, nowadays they're such a hard find
So it's when I open if I could keep 'em
And one on the scope, so if they frontin' I can sleep 'em

Man, my flow is so parabolic
The energy'll blow you over even if you're Broly
!@%& it, now that's one for the Googlers

That fell sleep on they desk and never step their noogle up
Takin' lames out never been new to us
The hardest part of this %#@! is figurin' which of you to bust

Then step your weight up like GNC
And R.I.P. to Chris Luda reppin' CNC
Straight G


[Hook x2]
There's somethin' inside you

It's hard to explain
They're talking about you boy
But you're still the same


[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Rest in peace to them ^!$$%s who was dead wrong

Toni Braxton to them ^!$$%s, that's a sad song
Cry a river Timberlake, the whole industry
Record the whole album in my living room in Italy

^!$$%s who wasn't feelin' me secretly want a handout
Keep your mouth shut, I can probably help your man out
Drop a new stack all lames get to steppin'

Drop a new track all blogs go to heaven
Kill the web, man these ^!$$%s need they hits up
Kiss her neck, add a dime to the tip cup

She is not ?!@#%,? $#&@ a dude who says so
Just because she $#&@in' doesn't mean she not a lady
Kill the whole stage, I never needed a mic check

!#)% on my spacebar, $#&@in' tired of Skype sex
Runnin' with a new breed, me and Bun B
This hip-hop nation, that big country

^!$$% please! We ain't stop for no one
Wu-Tang Generator name, I'm a shōgun
Wu-Tang Generator name, watch him smoke one

Talk a lot of %#@!, but none of them will approach him
Gambino got first position, the game is ballet
So graceful; drive, he don't need a valet

So angel: fly as I wanna be
Mercy, somebody show these ^!$$%s can't hurt me
Woah


[Hook x2]