[Verse 1: YL]
Yeah, uh
Only call me if it's Brett Favre in the 917
All that bullshit they talk we gon' put it to bed
Can't sleep when the money don't rest
How the fuck you not eating? Shit is growing on trees
Triple the pull up, army fatigues, catch a boot to the face
Here forever like a tat on your sleeve
I wouldn't pay you to stay but I'd pay you to leave
Fuck you, my chain over the tee
Here comes envy, see people how I know 'em to be
Ash the spliff out in the street
Get the fuck out of New York, taking flights out of the state
Still young, still living foul and I still eat pork, blow smoke on the freeway
When the people know the truth ain't no way you could spin it like a DJ
[Verse 2: Starker]
You isn't live, I'ma dumb out my face and make Fox 5
Couldn't stop at the light, really write, spray ya blood across walls
You'll rock high like a heaven spot, I bring it to you if ya watch is nice
If you not shit just don't listen my solid sound advice
Get pounded out with a mic
Can't stand the rain, you only come outside when it's nice
Throwin' it down, feel it in her windpipe
You'll roll a blunt but niggas never wanna roll the dice
Ayo, we holdin' mics like stickup children blowin' holes for the right price
I'll end up in front of the district like a rapper goin' to buy semi-valuable ice
Today's math ain't on YouTube like podcasters
Once upon a time they use to be the rap battling type
Sincere knew Tommy was wrong but they bond so strong
By the ending he started doing right
It's not a game but they called it the game of life
I got bigger fishes to fry like Bob Weiss, nigga