Time to motivate, Colgate smiles all around
Nobody fuckin’ with a similar sound
Bigwigs sittin’ in they system, lookin’ to leech
Cold flows passed down zero degrees
Kill crews in the nude, you wishin’ for material shit
Because you need props to get props
Rock an ill hoodie in the winter
Baby blue suit all new and no, it doesn’t look familiar
Buggin’ out at a Mulligan’s show, we slap hands
Puff grass; end it with a party crash
Smack ya Halloween mask off, expose ya fake face
Tryna set me up on game day
We fight for mics tryna get some exposure
Slayer in the cipher guarantees that it’s over
You know I do it all for the familia, leap toward faith
Semi conscious of the critical praise
Hellblaze through dark days, single out the lame
With the razor blade rain, suffer that pain in eight ways
You can’t mess with the best, kid
Try to outshine mine, but I’m afraid you lack the work ethic
Sad thing about a first impression is that you only get one
And nobody is a fair judge
Counter culture with none, choosin’ all of the above
So I can have a better chance when it comes
Don’t wanna be what it was
How the fuck do you stay relevant? What’s the future for us?
Down with the four course art, no cold heart
Proud that you sound so smart when spittin’ out an old dart
Just somethin’ to add to the binder bible stack
Before I huff a Dutch and relax
Rather die than suffer the same hits
Who wants to live forever and cater to necessities fits?

We can overstand if we only understood
What’s goin’ on in the hood