[Verse One: The Cartier]
One, two, three - cause you know I'm free
White tee put ‘em in the lead
Never going to catch and release these my dogs till I peace
If you reach imma let em off the leash
We a pack on the prowl till we back in the crowd
So we back on the sound that we found in the ground now my Roots too deep (too deep - aye)
So we float the Can*l lab coat tied down hit the wind and my Doves flew free
Check back had to recoup from the jet lag
Flight to long for my lid
So I hit em with a chest pa**
FL - finesse labs
1907 tell em welcome to the crib
Where I live and I thrive never felt so alive
Till I pull up on the beat
Pause one time for my dawgs with they paws to the gods
Cause we know that they ain't ever did wrong
[Hook: Gracie Parrish]
Lord though I love it it can be so bad
Ain't no discussion you know I know that
Lord though i love it it can be so bad - for you
(x2)
[Verse Two: King Cole]
(Be prepared, don't lack, Mama!)
I pull up skrrt in that ‘91
My pennies pinched and my windows up
My pistons poppin' like Rip Wallace
Ben Wallace when I kiss the cup
Young blood I'm a pitbull no window shopping
If I see it I want it I grab it I cop it
I'm cutting the crown for the homies the Labs
For the family the movement the future the past
Uncle Marty you made me rich
I put lab coat on my Christmas list
I smack fools upside I ain't messin' wit
Catch clowns in the street like I'm Billy the Kid
I been building this clique, no one k**ing the kid
Fordson Labs with the ring, no one disputing the win
Sword of truth with the bars I keep it strapped at the hip
Gotta whole fleet of doves and we coming on wing get it
[Hook: Gracie Parrish]
Lord though I love it it can be so bad
Ain't no discussion you know I know that
Lord though i love it it can be so bad - for you
(x2)
[Verse Three: The Cartier]
One, two, three, write you a song I might write you a haiku
Then jump on the beat then go off like the lights do
Like Caillou I'm young - I'd need a million thumbs
To count all the things that I've done
You come from behind so It's real hard to front
It's easy to say every day I'm a slave to the sun
Wake up when it comes
Then go to sleep when it runs
In between I'm having fun
Check off the box
They ask if I'm living I'm living a lot
Flip in the whip with my GPS set for the top
As they all patiently wait for the drop
I'm just out of reach
Look at ‘em wait for the leak
I'm headed straight for my peak
Summer is coming and June 17 I be straight for the beach
Straight for the beach, Blest!