[Verse 1: Fred Money]
Woke up yawning from a sour nap
Slept for a hour and I'm proud of that

Hit my ^!$$% Kwon, he inside the trap
Told him I'm on my way, get the slime from Mac
Hit the shower and recite a rap

Throw on some get fresh, outie in a hour flat
Big boy mom, smelling like a sour pack
Kryptonite, ask Superman if he want his powers back

Around the scratch like I got a itch
In the 'jects with my scrap, and he gotta pitch
Take him across the map whenever I got a trip

Don't gotta trip, we gon be rich with a lot of chips
I'mma spit for them ^!$$%s that can't
But wish that they could, so they can ball and sit in that paint

Try to change a ^!$$%'s ways, all you get is restraint
And once you get a ^!$$% paid, all his feelings is blanked
Real talk -- I seen steel spark

Bodies on the floor, outlined real chalk
Squally knocking down doors when them deals talk
You ain't a pig, what you squeal for?

%#@! is messy zoo, how this speci' do
Turn a close friend to a vegetable
Got my man doing time, and it's Federal

If he said he do, then I bet he do
Look


[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]
I got that type of raw you bubble that'll get us all in trouble
I do it for the hood where the only choice is hustle

Rawest boy in the world, come and snort a couple
I got that boy and that girl, come and snort a couple
I was born to ball; ^!$$%, you ain't known at all

Follow protocol? Well, I'm the pro to call
When you need someone to tighten up a rookie
You gambling with your life -- I'm surprised you ain't a bookie

Cut the foolery, cause obviously you #~!!@
Ain't no schooling me, you'd think the guy was playing hooky
Live-r than I should be, you looking at a spitter

Trying to see a wussy, then look into a mirror
^!$$%, I'm the answer; how could you be a killer?
Last time you had the hammer, you was putting up a picture

Talk about you got work on the block
That don't cut it -- here, you must work at the shop
It ain't worth it, so stop

You really hurting the pots
I done dealt with so much bricks that I should work on my shot
You ain't never wait in the hall with weight in the hall

Go into a sneaker box just to make a withdrawal
You ain't never creep the block when they take it to war
If I ever squeeze a shot, you'll go straight to the law

So, dog, what you trying to sell?
You know Writer well
Yellow Rollie on, only time will tell

I ain't with the foolery you spitting
I took a listen -- you's a waste of studio equipment
Who got a swag excellent as me?

I should put you in a bag, you'll never be a g