[Verse 1 - Meyhem Lauren]
Lost souls run in my city and look for homes
Real G's stuff pockets with cheese like calzones
Switch phone, stay alert, I've been f*cking with work
I know a lot of n*ggas wanna see blood on my shirt
Been berzerk, quit the swerve, n*ggas front, they get hurt
Still a double steamer scheemer, got them 2 guns tucked
I turn the f*cking flame up and mimic
Wolfgang Puck. Up in the cut like coke, getting stretched
Wait outside, a n*gga rest
Polly with the kid Possessed, plus I'm known for getting fresh
f*cking fronting, get you put out of production
Like Averex.. y'all n*ggas know my steez
Niks with different flavored checks
I keep a condom on me, that sh*t my life-preserver vest
Sexual chronicles, don't play night rendez-vous
Hit b*tches when drunk, used to sip a lot of booze
Low and brow, imported for me, n*ggas like my music
Artists in this category, because you abuse it
? need to fall back, son, just admire this
My n*ggas move coke, more flakes than psoriasis
49th and 96, I compose the sequel
Meyhem Lauren, greater than, we not equal
Never play chess without your poker face
n*ggas is see-through
Bishops use pawns, but me, I'm like GQ
Extra-lethal, moving sour diesel by the bundles
Getting by, looking fly, but sometimes
I still struggle..
Keeping combinator pockets all day
Y'all the bubble, greenbacks to key lloyd
Keep a n*gga P-noid
Police dunn destroyed a couple lives in my circle
So I stopped selling coke, but I still f*ck
With the purple.. the finest ganja cover my flesh
Gotta confess, most of these
Up-and-coming rappers sound wack: I'm the best
Official to the day of my death
A fresh drift is in my body
Tryna inhale, real sh*t, respect n*gga