[Verse 1: SK Laflare]
Baby girl, what you want to do?
Hop in this 'Cedes girl

She like where we going to
A new life, new world
Pop that molly, we hard-body

Glocks hot as Kemosabe
He said that he wanted beef
So we fed him hollows and got it popping

Fear and ego is the enemy
You ain't got to pretend with me.
I need the wool, I'mma skin the sheep

And take the bull, skin it to the meat
You full of %#@!, we in too deep
I do this, she knew the deet

Like two feet, Flare two time
She wanna kick it like Bruce Lee
Brought you in, I'll take you out

Ball like Tim then I weighed it out
It's no work, we sling through droughts
The life of me, I'm just hanging out

Don't get comfortable and lay on the couch
I don't wanna see your $$# laying down
Pop that #~!!@, twerk some

Cause most of these (*##$es work for nothing
Paid your dues, while you're Paid In Full
I can't wait to win, you wait to lose

Your mind of a failure, hate rules
When you settle for what you hate to do
I go the extra mile, I'm with the extras

Extended clips shoot through your necklace
Leave you breathless, that tec is restless
Cause All My Children need the best, (*##$

I need that Rothschild money, the top is sunny
I seen the light, and you blocked it from me
But I found my way to the top, I'm coming

Cause I smack that bass like a rockstar drummer

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]

I'm a problem to ^!$$%s
Pop artillery, the carbonates with him
Starving to hit 'em, spar with a ^!$$%

Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all in a minute
It's the ticket-dodging aristocrat
New (*##$, whip with the system slaps

Mister slide in and skimp the sack
^!$$% hit the function with a pick and ax
My ^!$$% miss me with the bull%#@!

Right here, right ear got a Pesto blunt
Why that %#@! got a young ^!$$% Velcro stuck
Why your (*##$ go down when the cess go up

Hard as arm services, y'all might have heard of him
Escobarbarian, best call the lawyers up
Bruh, the broad Aryan, know the squad loiterers

Not with the grain and these (*##$ ^!$$%s' wishes
Dealt with addiction, fell for the (*##$ with the
Pale butter skin who just packed up and dipped

In the land of the rent-less, stand with my chips
In a stack and a grin, $#&@ 'em