[Verse 1: Danny G]
Bonjour b**h The Lord busting doors with a full flip
And sippin cold coors with a fourth of that cool sh**
Norse panel kickin foolish foes be tappin pimpin sh**
But pimpin' ain't trippin just clap them hoes in the bull pit
Tools rip the thickness of any artillery
Known to harness, bump the hardest beats through the auxiliary
Go bar for bar like hard liquor was necessity
Challenging muah at his craft is adding pieces to the recipe
f** wit ya boy hoe, trust me I'm more than like-able
My flow will the leave the hot hoe colder than an icicle
Fresh as the freshest, pockets thicker than Precious
And my complexion is perfected by the ISH on my flesh b**h
Next to the best kid is what I'm aiming to be
A rest in peace to my soldiers that's dead and kept from the streets
I'm grinding my max out like what the f** is impossible
Don't question the concept b**h I'm the cause and I'm plausible
Applause for the crew, kicking new sh** for you clueless losers
Losing ain't an option accomplishment is what we do
And if you ain't down for the hustle then shut up with your rebutle
Cause if not then you'll get popped like too much steroid for the muscle
Making buzz in your system is the mission for us
And if you ain't tryna get f**ed you better plug in your plugs
Hahaha motha f**a just don't forget who it was
Danny G, D-Box, The D, b**h All the above, done
[Verse 2: Indie Thot]
Filling in the blanks money filling in the bank
Take it to the next level yeah I got what it takes
Up the stakes to the states then collect the cake
Like it was my birthday not even old enough to drank
But still I stay swerving on these beats
With that D-Box production no it ain't nothing to f** with
Sleeping on me Ima make sure that you tucked in
Chasing dreams with the same crew that I run with
And living life like a king we just tryna function
Middle finger to the law yeah we screaming f** them
I'm getting paper like a fax that's a fact
Keep my sh** together stay in tact never fade to black So
Tell the DJ play it back
Don't get it twisted kicking rhymes while I'm laying back
So when you hear my name you better say it back
No you ain't running sh** go ahead and take a lap
I'm not talking sh**, I'm just stating facts
Writing words past the margin so retarded yeah
Barely starting as an artist but I promise
This song will become a cla**ic if you ever get me on it
I'm just getting on it I'm honest my sh** is perfect
I'm honored to be involved in this game know that i deserve it
Just a young n***a with a pad scribbling verses
Brought the body bags in the back to put you back in the herses
[Verse 3: J.U.N.]
Spitting straight bars man out by the ump team
Talking bout a kid who was out at sixteen
With dreams of blowing up higher than a crack fiend
Get the cream its easy pickings when you got a f**ing A team
Rapping lyrics that'll leave you turning
So it's a natural occurrence when we be spitting out world winds
Leave you wide opened like a free throw
Pay $250 an hour for that studio we get it free
Thats cause we play the game and take names
We'll blow up off of one f**ing mixtape
So let me switch the flow and speak honestly
And come out with something thats been bothering me
Writing out bars man I ain't been about this
But we're making music for the soul
You should listen cause it's common sense
Talking bout how sick we are you're speaking on the obvious
I just hope to God though that I can make a couple cents
The first time that I grabbed that microphone
Ever since then, but I haven't slept since
Dreams of being big mixed with a sixth sense
Mix that with a couple pills, it can get intense
And I be doing this until the d**h of me
Visions of my d**h keep on haunting me so vividly
I just wanna make a couple bills for my family
Pray a couple more for their roses and their auntie team
[Verse 4: RooRooDaMoonMan]
It's Roosevelt on the beat but it had to be alternative
Cause they pa**ed me the ball so I'm gonna ball permanent
Quit getting hurt b**h & get with the program
If she gettin' outta line Ima tell that b**h Roo man
So slow dance through the explosion, erosion
Out Con on the streets causing commotion
Frozen my neck be maybe not currently
But Ima get the riches when I'm swimming in that currency
Ain't no use in hurrying me cause Ima make it go fast
Rolling in the fast lane speeding on your slow a**
Call me that pimp Roo or call me what you feel like
Cause Ima f** this rap game until the p**y's real tight
Got my eyes on the prize & I do it cause I can
My only trophy is my people cause I ball for the fam
This is the life, Let me live high
Let me live once, Let me live twice
Lemme live through the struggle
So that we can all live all right
Keepin' it G'd up to the feet up & I always stay true with it
I don't talk about it mutha f**a I do live it
And I'm flowing till my lungs drop, until my damn heart dies
Till I get that mansion on the moon's darkside
Clickin' with the clackin' it's the realest RooRoo mackin'
If you f**in with us I'm busting back & attacking
Blast it relase the crackin', don't get the slackin'
b**h this Outer Concept, we keep the sh** crackin'