[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