[Verse 1: Tre Demond]
n***as don't really know this sh**, but f** it
This is really the sample from Black Rose
I done f**ed up and shook up the game
Like a Ku Klux I'm f**ed up, I'm really k**ing all these n***as
Man these n***as ain't spitting the same
What a shame how Tremayne just raps sins on God's gravel
I drink a lot and take a bite out of Eve's apple
My Adam big, she can't get enough of these apples
You grocery storing while I'm Steve's Apple
In a world full of Androids, you f**ing robots
I'm robust on these beats, man I should probably make y'all
Pay me every single time you hear a verse from a n***a
I just do this sh** for free y'all get the word from a n***a
This is audio scriptures, p**nographic pictures
Painting through my mind all the time on a n***a
Your b**h texting me saying,"Come Thru,"
When I finish on this beat that's what I'm gon' do
So that's a heads up, keep your head up, It's LionGang
n***as stars in their tweets but they're all lying man
I seen a n***a take a pic by a Benz car
I seen that n***a last week pushing shopping carts
You ain't got to lie for these hoes, dog. That's your fault
Never told a lie and that's why I got that phone call
I won't approach y'all on that he-say she-say
Only thing on my mind is how to get to Tinashe
I'm nasty and you know that, this Fuego Papi talking
All my n***as Mobb Deep, all your n***as talking bout me
Got a brain full of gems, I should open a j**eler
And these n***as getting weaker I should open it sooner
How the f** I got this sh** stuck in my medulla
Got a b**h so coldI nickname her My Cooler
One look now you froze I should name her Medusa
I ain't never gave a f** 'bout n***as screaming Hakuna Matata
[Verse 2: Jimmy Mitch]
Cause I keep it jumping like it's hopscotch
They counting on my demise, give them a stopwatch
Young crock pot , I'm slow cooking
They be sure looking, I'm trying to get show booking
And the game is so crooked, they want you to fail
The only n***a dropping albums that be loathing themselves
You can't burn me, n***a. I be black to a crisp
When hungry n***as bite flows give them carcinogens
I'm full of adrenaline, crazy as f** on the lyrics
Young n***a drunk off the spirits, they give me life I'm a live it
Sending shots is ridiculous, I'm a end it like period
I'm so dope you delirious, you a joke. Is you serious?
It's no hope if you're hearing this, you're supposed to be fearing us
Jimmy Mitch, Tre Demond, rap group of the year in this
That's LionGang to the lay, munching on Frito Lay
Studio be where I play, you other n***as stay away
I'm king of the castle, you're a peasant with cattle
I'm the n***a who taxing you while you barter and haggle
Take a walk in my shoes and n***a your toes will get bruised
You n***as rowing canoes, and I'm f**ing snoring on cruises
Man what the f** are you doing besides talking and sh**?
You better watch up which tree you be barking and sh**
And I don't know how to rap, I'm simply rhyming a sentence
I do it over and over until the music is finished
I guess they like what I'm saying, the playback meter's replenished
Funny the one you labeled boring then is all you be hearing
Time spent driving on me I'm the one who was steering
Nice guys finish last, this is just the beginning
Save all the women and children, because your ship is a sink
You n***as choking while you're floating, I got HM03
n***a, SURF!