[Verse 1: Criss Lyric] Super low key, Smoking OG/ I need a bottom b**h who's sugar bowl sweet/ I keep an eye peeled for hoes and police/ Riding dirty with your daughter and a quarter OZ/ Keep my head above the water while my n***as hold me down/ Taking deeper breaths hoping that I don't drown/ Fans call me Criss Lyric; They know me through the music/ But my real n***as and b**hes around the way call me Ruger/ I done hustled with my n***as, scuffled with some k**ers/ It's nothing to a n***a, I'm running down skrilla/ Like a bloodhound if you, really wan test/ I suggest you don't do it, cuz my n***as are shooters/ I just make the music, but that's another topic/ b**hes think I'm popping, can tell by how they watching/ We sip the potent potion and then we get the hoes again/ She act like she don't know her man, when he try to hold her hand, damn [Hook: Criss Lyric] Bow down in the presence of an All Mighty n***a/ [All Hail All Mighty b**h] How many gon' ride for that All Mighty with us?/ [All Hail All Mighty b**h] Money comes and goes, so do all these hoes/ I ain't tripping, never slipping/ On them tippy toes, anywhere I go/ I'mma be an All Mighty winner [All Hail All Mighty b**h] [Verse 2: Criss Lyric] Of course I'm off course; on mine, off yours/ Knock em out the ballpark, used to chill on Norfolk/ A-Diddy, Kent street, B-more, front porch/ Uptown, North North, I was such a lost cause/ Running through these streets, shaking clowns down/ Breaking down pounds, n***as been around, we just never made a sound/ Strictly underground, always moved in silence/ We ain't new to violence, theres a thousand n***as/ In my hood more volatile than I am/ Now them n***as be wilding, acting hard and tough/ Tryna shoot these parties up, I just want a broad to f**/ Produced by my environment, look at my entire being/ Always see the future any time I go sight seeing/ When I was 8, I decided to be great/ Took a leap of faith, been flying ever since/ I'm riding with my b**h I call her 10 cents/ She redefined dime, I'm slumped behind tint [Hook: Criss Lyric] Bow down in the presence of an All Mighty n***a/ [All Hail All Mighty b**h] How many gon' ride for that All Mighty with us?/ [All Hail All Mighty b**h] Money comes and goes, so do all these hoes/ I ain't tripping, never slipping/ On them tippy toes, anywhere I go/ I'mma be an All Mighty winner [All Hail All Mighty b**h] [Outro: Criss Lyric] Fra** Boss be the name, weed all in my brain/ n***as ain't sh**, b**hes all the same/ I ain't here to entertain, just let me do my thing/ Thinking it's a game, until they feel the flame/ Uh huh, All Hail All Mighty/ The Trinity till infinity