Suspect niggas [bad word] outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third eye [bad word] Suspect niggas [bad word] outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third eye [bad word] 
[Verse 1: Capital Steez]
Started blazing and star gazing
See how you can reach your farthest aspirations
It's like holy matrimony in The Matrix
It ain't [bad word]  they just call it a strange shift
Cold feet cause I'm on thin ice
It's alright besides the fact I want it all in one night
Like, you can't skip steps is the best
Even though the vets hold a .47 with a vest
Now that's a wise investment
Or a concept to try and hide divine intentions
It's like, let em hate, stay calm and meditate
When life hands you lemons it's time to eliminate
More sour than lemonade, anyways
Different days, different highs, different haze
Kama Sutra with miss Mary Jane
And the karma suits her, she a vibrant thang

[Hook]

[Verse 2: CJ Fly]
You niggas is suspect and I'm just [bad word] That wasn't breaking pencil tips when I would bust lead
I puff meds and leave chumps fed and punks dead
Her [bad word] wet she getting rough  no sunset
I like a chick with a buck tooth yeah it could get [bad word] too
We keep one eye open they sus too
Never tell em my government make any covenant [bad word] be loving it
Say not to put a glove on it some funny [bad word] You must've thought I was a dummy Miss
I feed lines to felines just to get up in their tummies quick
Yeah you got tricks but I got five more
So any game you try to play you better know I got the high score
You better settle down cause you not on my level now
The Pros is semi-circle they can tell the world you get around
Some niggas clowns what's the [bad word] about
They used to doubt now they see us sprout and I'm out

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chuck Strangers]
When I was thirteen I was bad, rapping about guns we never had
Now we smoke raws with filter tips, old homies talking [bad word] Said you was best of mine but you stay plotting on that dime
Thought cause we was cool before that we gon' take yo [bad word] on tour [bad word] nah
This my chance to get it
How you entitled to my shine, [bad word] you ain't help me get it
Now these niggas see me getting it, check the statements on my debit
My profile get requested but I never hit accept
Hit the sour to the chest, I reflect
When I was fourteen, up late, eyes glued to the sampler screen
Eyes beam, cause we can make it better
Smoking on that Jack Herer, [bad word] to the Progressive Era

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Dyemond Lewis]
And brains don't matter
But tell me what really matters when you [bad word] off at the world
Like you got a crazy bladder and
Momma always said that [bad word] [bad word] on silver platters
So I gather my thoughts
And make use of all these synonyms
Cause I could never swallow the [bad word] Like it's cinnamon
Excuse me if I'm militant the sinning men in my hood
Could leave a [bad word] quivering like [bad word] Deliver him the venom and his liver is [bad word] all his ligaments
Now he's at a standstill so tell me if he'll live again
The fire in his heart, still seem to be simmering
Now take that little simmer and turn it into adrenaline
Penicillin could not stop the drive he be giving em like
Mad fours (Fords) and fast forward let's get to the part where his recourse
Could forward him a couple fours like Lord
Ain't he gifted, Christmas just doesn't fit him
I need my own holiday and by the way
I'mma possibly on Monopoly and all McDonald's property
Cause I won't live in poverty like

[Hook]

[Verse 5: NYCk Caution]
In the [bad word] and find me son, I'm flier than Hermione
Homie tripping got em