[Intro]
What the f** we on (get live)
What the f** we on (1,2 1,2)
Live n***as only, n***a...
Whack n***as fall to the f**ing back
[background chatter]
Detroit in this motherf**er, holding it down
Detroit, what's the word? (x2)
[Verse 1]
Counterfeit n***as never prosper, the daily mantra
Word to Mikey, this a f**ing virus
Verbal science, kiss the diamond & respect your highness
Position is that of Osiris, n***a
I'm in a state of supremacy, f** who's near to me
I'm confident, humble when receiving compliments
But on the low (I know I got some sh**)
sh**, spoken like a chief & played even better
Shame on you if you ain't heard the crew or met us, n***as trendsetters
And I ain't talking fashion, y'all can have it
I'm talking microphone madness, causing havoc
You can track us through creative actions but
Never lap us in the brackets, we top seed holding
b**hes looking like disposal, here's a proposal
Just play your part like you're supposed to
And everything could be kosher & licit, my n***a listen
This sh** ain't built for everybody, no need to copy
Just find your lane & play it proudly, it's simple
[Hook]
Cuz we're poetic clockers, compositions turn into dollars
Put publishing on your product or you're getting nada
Cuz we're poetic clockers, compositions turn into dollars
Put publishing on your product or you're getting nada
Cuz we're poetic clockers, compositions turn into dollars
Put publishing on your product or you're getting nada
Cuz we're poetic clockers, compositions turn into dollars
Put publishing on your product or you're getting nada
Cuz we're poetic clockers (x2)
[Verse 2]
Ay yo, we're cla**y rhymers, foreign platters served at Katana's
Fantasizing several commas with evil rooted dollars
Ghetto knowledge, for words, we profit, fill up the pockets
Wallets & Nike sneaker boxes, no other options, yo
No need for accountants, we're counting
Any amounting, stash the cash in the couch will be the forte
n***a, f** what you say, handle mine upon the regey [regular]
Me & my peoples blowing heavy, swishers only & we don't f** with reggies
Superior motives, dream of being more than local, sh**
Through the vocals, we're just trying to go gold
Viewing rapping as the avenue, gross the revenue
Movements is only of seminal, never minimal
Habitually spitting rhythmic spirituals with the generals
Like-minded n***as who think original
One goal's in particular, to triumph rather than die young
We just want to clock a mill before our time come
[Hook]
Word up
[continuous background chatter]