Con, con herre, reppin one the microphone
paperboys here, reppin one the microphone
double A coming through, we were slightly gone

critical, vegabond keep it tight for y'all

(Vinni)

yo I know I'm hopeless I was high when I wrote this
so focus, I don't wanna die with the dopeness
I lie staring at the sky by the pochers

buenas noches, see the pies that approach us
stockbrokes knocking @@#!roaches
we dot the posters, the top postmokers

leaving the beer coz I ain't leaving this chair