[Verse1: FiveOneMPH]
Man
I hate it when I've gotta flex on the game
'Cause even though they don't say it, man, I know they're amazed
Let alone flinching, the squad wasn't phased
Everyone claiming they're beasting, ironic how I'm the hardest to tame
I see how frenemies come at me to try [and] make amends while I see the shrink in my circle of friends
I think it's my ends meeting, we got too old to pretend
They say, "When you start something fresh, you've gotta be right close to the end"
But Nas spoke about the d**h of an infant
My presence is felt and so it's gotta be Christmas and what's on my wishlist is having all these n***as be extinct
I'm married to the game, you can't miss this
I'm talking the talk and walking the walk, I limp with a fixed lisp while you moonwalk and you lip-synch, I'm this sick
You're fond of the stride, man. I don't get tired
The stars are aligned, we'll never be eclipsed
Now, eat clips
[Verse: Ma**_The_Mind]
I guess they never told you we were golden from the get-go
Yeah we're going for the cheques so it's funny how now they all know the kids are next yo
Remember back then when we said so?
Yeah they all got a problem
Best believe we're going for the title
Getting waves, finna show 'em how we ride 'em
Man I feel like Cisco when we vibing
Used to tell them we would blow up and they never believed
Now we're sitting up-top, got some heavenly seats
Hitting goals, ain't no penalties reached
Commorientes, I could care less if they mad at the G's
Shark Heav' just told us Ghost is a hit
We've been working all day, tryna show em we lit
It;s playball when we go for the pitch
Coz FiveOne & Ma**_The_Mind, that's as dope as it gets