It's clear to see that this is fucking manslaughter, bodies in the water
 Beats in the casket, and preachers at your altar
Tweetin' from the sky like I'm finna land on ya
And bitches get pumped like Fishburne's daughter
 16's'll cost ya, 20 years I'm boss(ta?)
 You just in the closet, nigga I'm a monsta
 Full blown stick, you niggas a little nausea
Snappin' on shit, like what's served at Red Lobster

Rasta; but no dread-head, I'm too proper
I'm breaking down the game for you niggas like Bob Costas
 Impostors; mighty Wolf Gang, you can't stop us
And I'm getting neck from your bitch, like dog collars
 Ya'll be bullshittin' but I dodge it like a boxer
 Weavin' like a ghetto black bitch gettin' primed up
 Can't knock me, and besides I'm too high up
 I ain't seen you niggas in a minute like Fine Dutch

 It kinda feels like I'm living with my eyes shut
 Walking on a dream, all the real niggas gon' rise up
 Punks stay away my dro heads are like nine sluts
 My old heads tell me go ahead, you doing fine son
 I know that you faggots don't like us
 But you'd be winnin' if you did it just like us
 It's a celebration, so I might just-
 Fly to New York, sour diesel light the night up