[Verse: Toby Priest]
Ain't no question hoes is feelin' the flow
I'm in it for dough
Dope as far as sentences go
This beat was living, I'm k**ing it though
Kickin' it back, still k**ing it though
All that sh** you kickin' is wack
Toby spit the rigmarole
Rappers hit me up and tell me "listen to this jam, dude"
But I be so high that I can't even understand you
You can't feel my hustle and my brothers cannot stand you
I've been kickin' raps since them days we went on Jamglue
This sh** isn't brand new, this the sh** we know and love
Once I get a handful I know them legs will open up
You should light a candle, tell your friends you noticed us
Tryna get this money so we grindin' like we broke as f**
Bozo, hit you in your nose bone, heavy
All my homies telling me "just don't smoke reggie!"
I be in the studio where most don't test me
In the booth, lit, kickin' something oh-so-heavy
Young Peter Piper packed a pipe and put it to his lips
I think I'm about as good as shoulda, coulda, woulda gets
Makin' moves from New Orleans up to Camelot
You ain't a doer, you just plan a lot
And this sh** is crazy