[Verse 1]
It's not purp, it's more like Pop Smurf
You thinkin' that what we do for the love, it's not work
Seconds, minutes and hours of planning, pushing and hoping
Moving and losing focus and b**hing 'bout who the dopest
They catch it, who the coldest
Bat cook it up, he got at least a thousand beats
Bet that'll never be enough
Got at least a hundred styles 'cause my memory is rough
I'ma keep doin my speakin' 'til we peaking on the up
And on the cusp, eatin' like my mama's pot of chitlins
[?] she was fryin' up them gizzards
[?] up and hit it
I'ma k** it, Bat gon' k** it, we gon' keep on k**in'
Recycling the [?], eliminate the [?]
[?] on the sentence but you can't [?] the spirit
This is more than just a lyric, it's a life we are living
We don't follow this or swallow this, decipher what we hearing
[Hook]
The inspiration is slipping, murder, murder visions
Universal order, we don't [?], we just spit
[?]
[?] and sh**
[?] call it quits
Another word for the rappers, a rude awakening
[?] but ain't no saving him now
[Verse 2]
See either [?]
But every move that we be making, the Earth is shaking
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
You must be [?] breathing deeper and deeper
We cannot be [?] for the reason to believe in this sh**
Sometimes it seems like it's just big money, mane
Had a lot, b**h so we could do our own thing
Say that you love it, but f** it, what you smoking?
Might as well hit the [?] we're higher than [?]
Been grinding at it forever
If I could [?]
[?]
[?] sip of the ah
[Hook]
The inspiration is slipping, murder, murder visions
Universal order, we don't [?], we just spit
[?]
[?] and sh**
[?] call it quits
Another word for the rappers, a rude awakening
[?] but ain't no saving him now