[Verse 1: Joe Blow] 30 in my .40, 50 up in the chop In this game I got a buzz like 50 when he was shot In this rap sh** I'm over I'm like a Biggie or Pac And my young n***a with me ain't scared to give it to cops You can get this street-smart at a 20 year college The AR with me, and I ain't talkin' 20 or Knowledge f** Twitter it's real life, I got a million followers Before I ever had money, I had a million problems So I'm smokin' on this new wave, ridin' in ya favorite Euro A living legend when I die they'll probably paint a mural My pa**port stamped from flying all the way to Europe With my bottom b**h done hit all-states like insurance All I know is guns money and d** While all these n***as talkin' swag be the bummiest ones On Instagram flexin' with a hundred coverin' some ones We the real f**in' MOB, we don't f** wit you punks [Verse 2: The Jacka] n***as in the way and they girlfriends curious But we from The Bay we don't take girls serious But get yourself together cuz' she sees that you mirror us Get you some Italian leather or don't ever say you were fresh Spent a band on a brick drunk a 8 then I moved the rest Caught up in the chicken, what would you do if you were us Rockin' up pigeons only time that we use the pot You should k** yourself the b**hes notice you lose a lot Sip a pint a day but tell the doc I don't use a lot Rappers hate on me until the day that they lose they spot I been sellin' yay, you under paid now look whose on top Damn you from Sembrani, 30 shots under the e-lock 6 ARs it ain't sh** just to take a trap 600 shots ain't no way to protect ya now