[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