[Verse 1: QMC] Coke and lean for the dopamine And I'm gettin twisted til I shoulder lean Got the dopest team spittin dope for fiends So these bad b**hes wanna blow the team Got scopes and beams for your bogus schemes Hopefully you n***as know the team You chasin hoes I chase hopes and dreams Still the hoes will scream for the show they seen f** A ho Don't trust a ho Cause mama taught me These thots are sloppy Call my flow that hot wasabi I'm Blowin up nagasaki So cold that you gotta copy We Go harder than squads of nazis Y'all n***as can't stop my posse Until we're ridin in maserati's In this life your made to live and die Better hit the sky and not sit and cry These Simple n***as get simplified And these Little n***as get minimized These f** n***as just criticize On the hobbys they didn't try I'm dignified when I‘m spittin a rhyme Put in your mind til you're hypnotized I want the flashing lights and a mansion in all white No compa**ion for your life but I got pa**ion of the christ When it comes to rap I'm doper than the crack in addicts pipes Higher than a satellite and Lower than a apatite (b**h) [Chorus: QMC] Going through the highs and lows Choppin down the lines of blow Choppin up the finest hoes Smoking on the finest dro I'm high I'm high I'm high I'm high Until I die I die I die I die I die