[Intro: Callon B & Toven]
CB - AC on the beat (Hoot)
T - Oooh weee
CB - Had to bring out Xanny Nanny, Pablo Pacino what up?
T - What up?
CB - Where my Junkies at? GYB, Junk MuZic
[Verse: Callon B x Toven]
(Callon B)
Yeah
Late nights in the studio, early morning with a bad b**h
Mid day I'm high as hell, late nights I lack sense
Memories I don't recall, alcohol dope and all
Every time I leave the booth I leaving y'all with open jaws
(Toven)
The way I'm feeling right now, is so profound
So is my style, I'm a wild child
With this sound, I am pimpin while you simpin
I be limpin with a gangsta walk
Gangstas move in silence so this gangsta here he will not talk
(Callon B)
Less we talkin money honey Backwoods full of hydro
I'm so one track f**in minded bout my f**in cash flow
Some wanna call me an a**hole
f** it I'ma let the gas blow
Blow ya mind and over time I'ma be a Ginga who had soul
(Toven)
You got rhythm and you got soul
I got drank and I got blow
Abstract agorism's when I roll
Smooth ride to the fly side
I look down on haters as i hang glide
Damn, I must testify
(Callon B)
I'm the best to rhyme, fist up until I'm next to die
Set aside all these pesticides bet I'm next to fly
Got you buggin T-Taylor out here thuggin
We ain't huggin when we on the mic bussin
Then it's exit time
(Toven)
I'm bustin out with an extra 9
I'm on a extra grind it's my time to flex and shine
You n***as way behind I think it's time you catch up
Numb nuts, but the d** I'm on don't numb much
Don't get bum rushed you dumb chump
(Callon B)
Chum buckets in the face of my nemesis, they ignorant
You can't ignore my emphasis on what I'm sayin in this
Is creation call it Genesis, the code is in my makeup
Homie wake up we can finish this we eminent
(Toven)
The presence of my blessings seem to be interceptin
My neglectance for the ignorant
Predominant is what I wanna be
But shadyness it be surrounding me
But I'll proudly be the one to grow and glow
And for the record I won't go
(Callon B)
b**h I'm going on a roll, no not a triple stack
Got your back, full of more Prophets than a temple has
Rhymes like a temple smash, blows to your cerebral
sh** is lethal if you're scared make your way to the Cathedral
(Toven)
In this Chapel let me wash away my sins
I spot the Devils grin, I won't break at the shins
I was born to win, strong in the chin but stronger in the heart
And I won't croak until my body and my soul depart
(Callon B)
Designer bags under my eyes, safe to say I haven't slept in days
Whole lot of bad habits I have yet to change
The next to bang boom blow hoe whatver
I just do my thang, Flame dro on my endeavors
(Toven)
It's no contest with this conquest I'm on
In my zone with this stone
Droppin like a Army drone
It ain't no clone and these b**hes is all shones
I'ma sit back relax kick feet on my throne
[Outro: Toven]
Ohhhh weeee
Yeah n***a
It's Callon B
Toven baby
Pablo Pacino
GYB
AC Productions You know whats up
Yeah