[Intro: Smoke Yea It's a really fucking era we in Yea, uh
[Verse 1: DZA] It's a Bada$$, Kushed God We coming through and we 47 deep so getting toppled Showtime nigga word to James word to Everybody's fucked like a price brothel You out-hustle a hustler so don't try to Word to the tactic is still survival Fuck nigga ride on your rivals The hoes wanna hang like my toggles Guess who's Smokey and I'm here with the pack this you gon' need you a nap They throw shots we even react Like I ain't got Pedro on payroll to take care of Set it out where at flow way in tact The bag heavy scale off it back ahead of niggas, not even laps You can't compare them to us Shit, not even rap
[Verse 2: Joey Yeah, uh, and let me switch the Gotta take a for your biggest wish to come true I been in shoes, had fifth-dimensional views Where ain't shit to lose more proving Finally got my piece of the Me and moving no more staying out on weekends Got no time for snoozing know I'm out for Representing me, for all my people dreaded in my family I see a canopy of thats overhead Thinking to self there be no one this hard, they all dead Go and with the ghosts that's on my side I'm a star momma up in the sky Son bright, don't I? Only getting brighter I been closer every summer, winter, hour, Like I am supposed to, very soon you be out of minutes You should let me coach ya, work the We keep a lot of spirit while lifting the culture from vultures
[Verse 3: DZA] It for purchase gotta take the game in doses The shit don't really get too much promotion of the indigo protect the fortress Trump got the whole world hopeless I got my chest pokin' Too headaches not enough Motrin Life have a nigga self frozen have my self stolen, dough rolling, head first dove in The flow golden, the wave, the boat We here, they blowing the OG in the wind Had a bunch of tell me I couldn't win See you taking off when the hating shit begins Watch you on water they say it's cause you can't swim Time to transcend, hands in, and [?] Ben Franklin's, all across the my name ring Airport, customs, walking through chain You could tell I'm my damn thing Ugh