[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
On seven like I'm Geta
Break the scissors out and bust the [bad word] sheet up
Divi it between me and the Sensei to release us
I don't even need [bad word] 
But I'm in desperate need of a re-up
Pushing legal dope got you envious of the realest
Cause you're about as real as Jesus
Clear headed and open minded defined
Any lesson that the divine creator might wanna teach us

[Hook 1: Dylan Ross]
Who got the dose?
Me!
I got the dose!
D!
I got the dose! [x4]

[Verse 2: Trap Sensei]
Doped up huh
Whipping up that potion
 [bad word] I'm bout stuff and I ain't even got a office
Trick we living lawless
My soul
Oh so flawless
Wasting time praising crosses
Instead of paying the cost [bad word] 
I'm so [bad word] blunt
I get straight to the point
I know just what I want
You act like you don't
So you shouldn't have the nerve to try to tell me what won't work
You look confused
I hit the blunt so many times you think it's abuse
Niggas talk but can't walk up in my shoes
Cosmic Journey the don't know how we move

[Hook 2: Trap Sensei]
got that dose
Who got that dose
Who got that dose
We got that dose
We got that dose
We got that dose [x2]