[Produced by Thelonious Martin]
[Verse 1: Sulaiman]
He saw, she saw, we saw our faces in the morning paper
I sign, you sign, who sign and still won't see no 40 acres
See, I was taught how to survive around some older players
More behavior spotted at the door when I ignore the favors
They poison free lunches and brunches of the hungry thirsty
So i'm disrespectful [when they curtsy] rock a Jordan jersey
Lord have mercy
I hope he don't curse me, strike me down with lightning
Archetype of sparking mics, we smoking from the highest heights
I'm so enticing to your wife, I think that's sort of trifling
Think you should handle that and leave me to my own devices
Darkness can be so enlightening...when you think of it
Emphasize to spark a five on it like a bengal chip
If young jawn come on that single ready to mingle tip
So skittles with smoke signals [?]
Ass might get typecasted, won't even need a script
[?]
[Verse 2: Retch]
The whip is black, the seats is mustard
The moon is full, the night is young
So I'm looking for b**hes in little dresses
You know the ones that stop at the mid-thigh, I been fly
Plus I'm smoother than mixed drinks so it's nothing
One hand on top the wheel as I'm trucking
And the other got a blueberry muffin, and I'm stunting
Mr. Knievel ain't got sh** on me, half a P
I toss five and I sit on three
Getting high without the brake lights, great whites
Slanging great white, f**ing great white b**hes
You know they ain't nice, except when they talking to me
Might be bugged, we don't talk in the V
Take it easy on the dialogue, firearm
Just so I could bare the song
Looking like a creep with my hoodie on
Follies make my woody long
Hand-woven drawers just to keep it warm
Made out of wool with the light itch, n***a