[Intro: DJ RellyRell & Dessy Hinds]
DJ RellyRell :
Turn the lights all the way down, DJ RellyRell
(Haha, hahaha)
You in your car, i need you to roll your windows all the way down
Turn your radios all the way up
(Yo Rell, you know you are gettin that exclusive, right?)
Pro Era sh**
(Uh, good god, its PE til the d**h of me, n***a)
I feel like the George [Jetson?] of this DJ sh**
(What PE n***a)
You other n***as miss cleo with it
(Know that sh**, hahaha)
Welcome to the future my n***a
Aaaaaahhhhhhhh
[Verse 1: Dessy Hinds]
Hand me that crown with a triple K
The AK played and y'all let it slip away
The KING still watching any specific day
Rap game plotting, never did miss a page
Still slit a stage like machete blades
So they can all witness my Hail Mary phase
Hands down to stand down ground
Crooklyn to Chi Town
Where all the black innocent n***as lie down
Then roll up dutchies in untouched money from homicide
Why k** a man when you can k** his pride?
When credit cards start to decline, uh
This the Refinement Act
Better watch y'all bread I want a slice of that
Young guns pushing militant rifles straps
Brothers on my back
Malcolm in my maps
Fulfill it to the max
Without, maximum security laps
Impurity lacks in the back of a paddy wagon in fact
Tale of the dragon and ready for action
In any old flashing rack
They ain't hashing that
They hashtagging that, so
Just hand it down if they still down for that, ni**a
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
And i just want you to know something
Im way up, dont be suprised if my [nose run?]
Presidental sweet like check the campaign
Malia baby show 'em how we do the damn thing
I see you next time i'm out in the capital
For now we back to the murder capital
Where they merk you after school
And leave your brains on the avenue
Expect you to change, cause the president is back at you
Shoot, he a slave too n***a
He promised he would change and he paid dues n***a
But honselty theres much he can say and do n***a
Guess the revolution, only be paper for you n***as huh?
I only state the truth n***a
And it's way more [tad?] if you got the j**les with ya
I be so fly, got your goose in the picture
She was trying to flock by and get loose with a n***a
And Lucifer the n***a
I should probably blame for the [crusiferous n***a?]
But that'd be slanted on my name
That bliding from the picture
Life was like a fast border, lord it's my picture
He said: dear son one day it's gon' switch up
'til then i threw your front yard in the swisher
47 acres of that afghan good stuff
Every second of the hour i just get richer
n***as get a little, probably act like Bishop
Who got the juice now? zip-up
Y'all sip lean, we sip elixirs
Got these n***as sick to the stomach like mixed liquors
Thats [dark in a light?] like [?] n***as
[Outro: Joey Bada$$]
Uh, Dessy Hinds, uh
Pro Era, what
Joey Bad, whats up?
RellyRell, whats up?