1st Verse:
I be in my basement, in my head I'm in my spaceship
Waving assalamu alaikum to you haters, look you made us
I’m so rude you fuckin hate it, if you hate us, kiss my anus
Nappy dread but not Jamaican, what you brainless?
What your name is hmmm?
V. Scripts well I'm glad you asked
I can see your soul through the past you have
I'm on the floor with the devil cause he asked to dance
But God gave me a weapon I'm the last of man
Nights real long like Alaska's man
Buried in my mind is the master plan
Godzilla on the track I’m a smash Japan
And the Man is a scam, that's the wrath of Sam

Chorus:
And I go where the beef goes, all on these East Coast Streets (stay away from me)
And I ball with a cheat code, all till I reach those peaks (stay away from me)
Hate fuck it we know, aint nothing we won’t
Blah Blah! Reload
And I go where the beef goes, all on these East Coast Streets (stay away from me)

2nd Verse:
Speak where your heart is, love is departed
Cheefing a garden, garbage
Seep through the honest
Sleep through the bombing, weep through the carnage, Amen
Awe man, live fast then the car slam
Being broke wasn’t our plan
When the money fall in our hands, shirt off Tarzan (Swang)
I can mold my money into what I want, okay I guess my cash is clay (Cassius Clay)
Nigga I’m the greatest whip your ass today
I got a faster brain, ash in trays after hash and haze
Ascertain was the past has made
Shattered days that we haven’t changed
Maniacal, I’m lying cool, in lion’s tombs
A lighter to, the lightest bloom, the highest noon
The lowest night, the coldest knife
The backstabber, that hoe-ish wife
One chick that you’ve grown to like
Your conscience is like sure your right
I’ll show you I…. got intrinsic physics
What’s pimpin, pimpin?
Got a disposition, insufficient funds isn’t efficient huh?
Nigga lipping, shit I kissed the blunt
Woke up with my mistress and my misses tryna lick the nuts, this is nuts… what?

Chorus

3rd Verse:
I spit that slow heat, that flow be Kobe on coke each
Hater can just die or blow me, Shinobi, now cut the phony
Annoying homie you know me, nigga you know the old me
Go figure the one and only, so lonely he’s low as gnome knees
I’m as smart or smarter than everybody I know
Maybe I’ll body a hoe
Rob her and by me an O
Flip that then by me a home
Brain missing find me a loan
Then find me alone with a bad hoe that will grind me and go
Grimme I know

Chorus