[Intro: Kolby Woods]
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[Verse 1: Kolby Woods]
Look, I bes the [?]
The pelvis stabber
The hoe jabber
Dope peddler
The hoe seller
You f** with me, you must be out your mind boy
Tipped over the hourgla**
You're running out of time
Uh, look, cruising in a four-door
b**h this ain't no rental
Mental growth exponential
My mind is divine, my body my temple
So I eat some [?] and [?]
Boy, you better be smooth when you step in my palace
Like I play for the Pistons
Damn, I feel like Rasheed Wallace
You tryna' link up and [?]
Is it real or is it false, tell me how you gon' be on that
Cheese wrapped in a sleeve, I believe in believers
Saint Alfred tee goes sweet with Adidas
n***a, ask Beavis, I get nothing but head
The f**ing frontman
The Dr. Jumpman
The pearly blunt man
Get money
[Verse 2: Kingpin Kevo]
Told you never come around them boys with the funny sh**
And we be watching stars and sending signs up to the mothership like
f** the government
I'm chiseled out of diamonds
The homies said I'm on some other sh** like
I'm on some other sh**
I might just spring a leak out the peak and I come from under it and
I might grow wings like griffins, I need my drink quite stiffened
I strike like-like lightning and don't need lights when I write bright pictures
Trust me dog, I'm not about to knife fight with you
But, I can turn your best day into fight night, mister
Extra-or-dinary Harry, A-bomb baked
And waiting patiently for all your sh** to drop... drop... drop... I'll give it some time
What they can't get from they sh**, they get it from mine
I swear to God that all these n***as better get it in line when I...