[Intro]
Alright yo, this is for real. This for all my real n***as
Yeah, yeah, really, really. I'm being real right now
[Verse 1: Trey Scuds]
So I feel, like I have to rap this
Results given back from practice
My satisfaction, don't stop rising
I smoke that pine tree
And really that I don't find a problem
The flow kinda hot son, the flow kinda lava
The smoke tryna fog up, the room that I'm boxing
Feeling boxed in, so my raps be out of the box
Man I'm foul like the shot and my style never stop
You just growl never bark, you dealing with an owl in the dark
When this sound doesn't work, I just shout to the world
I'm going crazy, flow amazing, no one can be, the only champion
Goalie can't eat, hands keep, dropping
Everything I'm dropping, don't ever need a Robin
Blowing up, man I better be in Boston
It's cheddar cheese I'm wanting
Money, always on my mind, you think I'm funny always on my grind
Fun fact, it ain't sunny all the time, but I'm coming off the ground
Moving on the prowl, the stupider you sound
The Jupiter go round, yeah my blunts in orbit
Trey smoke how a sponge absorbent
You really full of sh** like you plunging toilets
That's a sh**ty job, shout to Biggie's mob, Junior Mafia
Sip a coffee cup, for some energy
b**hes spineless as a centipede
THC the chemistry, you are not a remedy
Giving a f** would probably mean the end of me
But that ain't the end yet, the rap game I bench press
Weed sticky like a Semtex, I been best
Around the whole league now, now I could probably f**ing freestyle
Meanwhile, I guess I'm saying peace out. Out