[Saek]
....Alright
[Saek and Zaeko]
Lost in a blizzard of cynicism and 40 ounces
Gather round the city block, To watch 5 burning houses
Inside outwards, I keep a little on my sleeve
I keep a little up my sleeve, Especially what they want from me
They call it despondency, We call it the Desperado
I have a drinking problem, I have school tomorrow
Pretty good chance if I already wrote a song about it
I -f**in'- Don't -f**in'- Really wanna talk about it
The tie dye in my eye's don't help either
Translation: the observant see hell clearer
Fire in the pit, Michael Myers with the sh**
Keep 'em lil' terrified gon' cry and take a sit
Timeout, timeout, hold up. Lemme get this straight
Y'all would only leave the house just to rain on my parade?
Well, okay. If the Tims fit, wear em
But you won't catch me stuntin', and you'll never catch me starin'
[Drunken outro, Kell]
Zaeko and Saek motherf**er. You ain't never heard bars like that
Yeah
Nathan Jay on the motherf**ing beat
Bishop Malik
Kell
Who you coming up to right now, motherf**er?
I don't give a sh**, yadidimean?
Coming through, tryna do this sh** right now
(Unintelligible) -rap. Bruh I don't give a sh**
What the f** you coming up to, dude?
My dude
You coming up to nothing
We are the motherf**ing kings
We are the f**ing kings