Hit it when I spit it cause I get it on the one
Dip it when I rip it now we got em on the run
Kick it to the wicked while the hand on the gun
I can stand on the sun, flash cam's when I'm done

Tross is back upon the track we all up in the mixture
Rollin up to pistol Pete's I'm fiendin for a fixture
Freeze frame fresh flippin flocks like flippers
Fast forgotten if you fuckin with the fissure
As the smoke rises before my eyes
And clouds my vision so I can't see the lies
The worlds plugged in, followin false prophets
6 feet deep livin life from a coffin

It's one roar to give a lion meaning
It's one trip to see a higher being

Expensive, D like branch out collective
Underground expressive, hot rhyme excessive
True blessed it, yeah u guessed it, pick up a mop and broom for when the mess hit
Range rover, worst ain't over
We piña coladas sittin on u coasters
Scorpion sting song to y'all get closer
No holsters, the people takin over

Hit it when I spit it cause I get it on the one
Dip it when I rip it now we got em on the run
Kick it to the wicked while the hand on the gun
I can stand on the sun, flash cam's when I'm done