We were those kids
The ones that you wouldn't expect to be 'em
Used to dabble up in hustlin' trees to get up my cheese and
I was sellin' you the green and you provided me the dairy
Like a n***a gave you produce, and you gave me back some creamer;
Speaking of production, Robbie Hrabe you ain't f**in' with
Sick as rabies in the booth, and spittin' while the blunt is lit
Catch it if you hit it - if you listen, life? You're done with it;
That is unless you find a doc and get your stomach pumping
Cause we those kids
Those kids
Smoke a whole O of the dro and still down to flow kids
Note this, notice is somethin' that we be gettin, I just hit up Mr. Webster
We're redefining what pro is
So this.. ambilical to the present
If you wanna find my number take the year that this was set in
Subtract by a couple less than the year the world's gonna end in
And the only thing that's lefts the only digit in eleven, add seven
That's how many bars it takes to end your life;
Two to introduce me, two to show I pen it tight
Two for pre-conclusion, a couple more to end it right
How many more emcees endeavours do I have to end tonight?
Baby if you wanna mix it, then you better blend it right
Messages you sendin' through innuendos, I catch 'em right
So far all I got is you probably want me undressin'
But you better be the latter half of the cla** that I'm reppin'
Twenty-ten - naw I didn't walk with my n***as
But I'm right here on the track drawin' chalk for my n***as
Do you hear this lyricism? It would take a million years
To find a team that is as young and still be smart as my n***as
Because we those kids