[Intro] Alright yo, this is for real. This for all my real n***as Yeah, yeah, really, really. I'm being real right now [Verse 1: Trey Scuds] So I feel, like I have to rap this Results given back from practice My satisfaction, don't stop rising I smoke that pine tree And really that I don't find a problem The flow kinda hot son, the flow kinda lava The smoke tryna fog up, the room that I'm boxing Feeling boxed in, so my raps be out of the box Man I'm foul like the shot and my style never stop You just growl never bark, you dealing with an owl in the dark When this sound doesn't work, I just shout to the world I'm going crazy, flow amazing, no one can be, the only champion Goalie can't eat, hands keep, dropping Everything I'm dropping, don't ever need a Robin Blowing up, man I better be in Boston It's cheddar cheese I'm wanting Money, always on my mind, you think I'm funny always on my grind Fun fact, it ain't sunny all the time, but I'm coming off the ground Moving on the prowl, the stupider you sound The Jupiter go round, yeah my blunts in orbit Trey smoke how a sponge absorbent You really full of sh** like you plunging toilets That's a sh**ty job, shout to Biggie's mob, Junior Mafia Sip a coffee cup, for some energy b**hes spineless as a centipede THC the chemistry, you are not a remedy Giving a f** would probably mean the end of me But that ain't the end yet, the rap game I bench press Weed sticky like a Semtex, I been best Around the whole league now, now I could probably f**ing freestyle Meanwhile, I guess I'm saying peace out. Out