[Verse - Young Korgy]
Feelin’ like it’s 4:20 and it’s time to get high, boy
Nah, this ain’t no World War II, but I’m a flyboy
Time to take flight and fight for the right to rhyme tight
Snatchin' a mic from a hypebeast is likely
To cause a chain reaction of fights and it might be
That your crew is too slight for the might of this lightning
Spittin’ whack shit like it’s outta spite, B
This is hip-hop, y’all be takin’ it too lightly
And I’m a vicious emcee, ain’t got time for no niceties
Ain’t try’na be corny, boy, I’m cold as Ice-T
Straight out of the 80’s, baby, crazy as Damien
And that’s my best homie, if you hatin’ well, fuck ya then
Shout out all my squadron and everybody that’s down with me
Bizzy Ballin’ and DAMD, KBM and McClain
Skinnee Bones and Big Shir steady spittin’ the flame
Kurtis stay packin’ bowls and Uncle Geno the plug
Pour a four in the foam, I stay sippin’ the mud
Got a script for the xan and a line on the Molly
And all the judgement can cease ‘cause everybody is salty
I don’t do it ‘cause other rappers popularized it at all
I just do it ‘cause life has turned my heart as arctic and cold
Ex-homie wanna kill me ‘cause he thinks I fucked his bitch
But I would never ever go there, might as well have a dick
Buddy crossed too many lines, fuck sayin’ his name
Evictin' homies out the house and try’na ruin my name
And fuck his little rap shit, it was derivative, lame
But enough of this bullshit, I’m finna pass it to the big homie
And fade into the background now, and light it up like Smokey
[Verse - Big Shir]
Not one of y’all motherfuckers can take back what I been through
Shitty-ass family, fuck ‘em, wish I never knew ‘em
What can I do in this lifetime? Reality’s manure
I can’t maneuver, the groove is looser than Medusa
Snakes in her hair and there’s snakes in the grass too
Fakes everywhere and there’s fakes on my ass too
Hey, Korgy, light it up and let’s just smoke this grass, fool
Handful of real friends, they in the same class too
But of hard time drop-outs, we never gave up
Had each other’s back and then we stepped our game up
Turn this shit around and spend it like we never gave a fuck
We got turned down a lot, but now we turn our fingers up
Open this Coors and pour this Jack all in my cup
Drink and reminisce, forget ‘bout how life was tough
It’s the time, hit the switch, like enough is enough
This poker face is dead real, I wouldn’t call my bluff
You lookin’ at a crew, who’s time is done, steady turn cold
Sandstone emotionless, you better stand full
All this rap slander from panhandlers is gettin’ old
The weak can speak bleak, the pros should just let it go
Now I’m on like streetlights, posted like a sticky note
Sometimes life sucks without the fuckin’ hickey, though
Gotta make decisions even when it’s feelin’ tricky, yo
1337M0B, Bars Brothers, Outlawz, get busy, hoe!
