[Verse 1: Nick Womack] This is morgue music wheel'em in, lately I been k**in' sh** My penmanship is ignorant, n***as changing like gym nsh** I got a couple new hoes from my old school Lesbian couple getting freaky in the old school n***as like to play hard, 'til I show up in they yard Wigs split, and n***as gettin' dragged like gay bars Real sh**, I ain't even gotta say pause. Shaq at the line You taking shots but they way off And time is money baby girl, I'm not a minute man If I'm the future of my city, Imma live it then If you wanna be a Nick so bad, then I'll lend a hand I don't think y'all listening, so maybe I should spit again.. If I'm the future of my city, let me live it then, you wanna be a Knick? Then go and Jeremy Lin a hand. Been gettin' money for awhile, I ain't new To features, and I be lettin' bands go like a music teacher Freestyling is cool, but my written sh** is so superb Careful what you utter, 'bout others, you could be overheard A weed smokin', Henny sipper, coolin' with my Hippie n***as Throw these cats in a bag, and out the car ; kitty litter Most of the time I'm hungover, and the after taste, is like the wrath of grapes I can't even balance straight. What's a fake n***a to a real one? She can't f** me, without giving my n***a Lill some Straps for the dickheads, no condom, Imma peel one You'll catch this in the morning, but funerals, are real fun That's an anagram, trust me you don't stand a chance, and I'm known To cop O's, like Santana's fam. How these n***as don't like me, and I got them here? It makes no sense, they ain't hatin', they're just volunteers You probably ain't get it, but volunteers work for free, and if you fly as Pegasus We carry arms Hercules. f**in' right, certainly. This beat is like dessert to me Y'all was in the building, until we came and burnt the lease Money grow like Chia pets, you could label me a vet. I'm done with this verse 'cause y'all ain't ready for the sequel yet.. - Wo