[Verse 1: Maestro J]
Maestro kicking in the God flow
Walked a thousand miles no shoes on the hot coals
Standing on the tippy toes
Gotta get the height right
Masterpiece out, coming down from the High Life
Thrilled off the night life
Blunts hitting hard like a ba** drum
Best in my chest got me feeling like I'm A1
Rolling with some convicts not similar to Akon
Bullet proof wallets got me feeling like I'm Raekwon
On to the next
Exit on my left turning heads snapping necks
Ferrari when we hit the intersect
n***as going dumb but I keep an intellect
That the critics couldn't get
Uh, like Wu-Tang b**h I'm coming for your neck
So please grab your throat
Going raw no sugar coat
Garrote wrapped around the sound that you make
It's survival of the fittest
And y'all about to witness
[Hook: Maestro J & ODCS]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind (x2)
[Verse 2: ODCS]
Mike asked me to write a verse down
So I scribbled some sh**
And I'm calling for a hearse now
Finish the fight before the first round
And naming off you b**hes
And all I'm hearing is chirp sounds
Hand grenades and panty raids
Sour patch mental like I'm got a candy brain
Trouble in my head that I seem to can't contain
So I channel it through actions
Helps with stress and the rage
So what's the difference
Between me and other n***as?
I just love the vision
Of me somewhere stuffing b**hes
With some f**ing oven mitts
And leaving nothing but her kids
To just witness the rough events
Taking place in their lovely crib
You must not be from here
You wound up here because life is unfair
I just jacked a body and left the guts there
Because there's
[Hook]
[Verse 3: ODCS]
And the fire department's ablaze
Officers in jumpsuits in charge are inmates
We in a world of chaos and it's hard to be sane
So if you can't beat them join them
That's why I started this thang
And I keep it hotter than flames
And you keep it drama no stage
And Peter Piper might like ya
But I don't give a f** about your name
Man what the f** am I saying?
Just tell me your mother f**ing name
So I can show up to your grave
And dig you up in the rain
b**h!
[Verse 4: Maestro J]
6 O's now I'm raking it in
Walter White's here
Bringing business to ends
Pure lick rhymes broken down to a pinch
Spit a multitude of lyrics 'till I'm down to an inch
Hazmat suits
A clinic in a minute's pa**
Hear the Bug' rev while we're smoking gas
No cla** I can't teach
Or ear I can't reach
Presence of the truth
Now let a n***a preach
AH!
[Hook]