[Intro]

[Verse 1: Saigon]

I could be parallell to bad as hell
Equivalent to ignorant
Depends on the matter, well, if it's that insignificant

I'll just have to tell a ^!$$% to kick rocks with flip flops
Rappers rather tell than sit in a cell to snitch hop
I ain't paying to disc jock, he ain't getting the wrist-watch

I'm the realest to make it, he takin dick in the %#@! box
I kinda get why I'm legit, mostly to the folks who think dominant
I see why dishonest %#@! is so prominent

See the kids that rhymin' it, that ain't lived not a line of it
You ain't hood money not good money ya counterfeit
The kind of a jan, I get on some lo-lo for lanna %#@!

Name a state now fivin' it, with that !@%!e in them llamas, (*##$
Hold up, what time is it? The clock strike ten
I guarantee none of y'all be on the block like him

@@#! the fifth back you get baffled, click clack, you skipped that
Lot of ^!$$%s bust they guns, but not like them
The record labels are scared of me, internet gotta bag me

First they said I was gangsta, then they said 'not exactly'
I rap about politicians, rap about protect
They loosin' the manuevers that Edgar Hoover reenacted

Being on my black %#@!, they be tryna silence me
But to do that %#@!, they have to do it violently
Clack clack that act back

Rat-at-at that backjack
A lot of ^!$$%s bust they guns, but not like them


[Verse 2: Styles P]
A lot of ^!$$%s bust they guns, but not like them
Y'all ^!$$%s is luke-warm, y'all ain't hot like them

Them mother$#&@ers my brothers, they ain't my friends
We the band with the bond, from grams on the arm
A lot of ^!$$%s bust they guns, but not like them

Y'all ^!$$%s is luke-warm, y'all ain't hot like them
Them mother$#&@ers my brothers, they ain't my friends
We the band with the bond, from grams on the arm

The uncut dope, ya had to land on a farm
Rapping on arenas, rubberbands to the mobs
Getting high to Sinatra, in the sands of the palms

Reminiscing my rapping with BIG, the man with the don
^!$$%s did it big, but not like them
Drink champange in the ocean just to drown my sins

Should have (?) a valet, roll around my Benz
These ^!$$%s know my beginning, but not my end
It's me and Saigon in the pizons

Never behind us like we vary our zones
Go ahead and chill out, get your vibe on
Cause this could be the day that you died on