[Verse 1: Tre Demond]
n*ggas don't really know this sh*t, but f*ck it
This is really the sample from Black Rose
I done f*cked up and shook up the game
Like a Ku Klux I'm f*cked up, I'm really killing all these n*ggas
Man these n*ggas ain't spitting the same
What a shame how Tremayne just raps sins on God's gravel
I drink a lot and take a bite out of Eve's apple
My Adam big, she can't get enough of these apples
You grocery storing while I'm Steve's Apple
In a world full of Androids, you f*cking robots
I'm robust on these beats, man I should probably make y'all
Pay me every single time you hear a verse from a n*gga
I just do this sh*t for free y'all get the word from a n*gga
This is audio scriptures, pornographic pictures
Painting through my mind all the time on a n*gga
Your b*tch texting me saying,"Come Thru,"
When I finish on this beat that's what I'm gon' do
So that's a heads up, keep your head up, It's LionGang
n*ggas stars in their tweets but they're all lying man
I seen a n*gga take a pic by a Benz car
I seen that n*gga last week pushing shopping carts
You ain't got to lie for these hoes, dog. That's your fault
Never told a lie and that's why I got that phone call
I won't approach y'all on that he-say she-say
Only thing on my mind is how to get to Tinashe
I'm nasty and you know that, this Fuego Papi talking
All my n*ggas Mobb Deep, all your n*ggas talking bout me
Got a brain full of gems, I should open a jeweler
And these n*ggas getting weaker I should open it sooner
How the f*ck I got this sh*t stuck in my medulla
Got a b*tch so coldI nickname her My Cooler
One look now you froze I should name her Medusa
I ain't never gave a f*ck 'bout n*ggas screaming Hakuna Matata
[Verse 2: Jimmy Mitch]
Cause I keep it jumping like it's hopscotch
They counting on my demise, give them a stopwatch
Young crock pot , I'm slow cooking
They be sure looking, I'm trying to get show booking
And the game is so crooked, they want you to fail
The only n*gga dropping albums that be loathing themselves
You can't burn me, n*gga. I be black to a crisp
When hungry n*ggas bite flows give them carcinogens
I'm full of adrenaline, crazy as f*ck on the lyrics
Young n*gga drunk off the spirits, they give me life I'm a live it
Sending shots is ridiculous, I'm a end it like period
I'm so dope you delirious, you a joke. Is you serious?
It's no hope if you're hearing this, you're supposed to be fearing us
Jimmy Mitch, Tre Demond, rap group of the year in this
That's LionGang to the lay, munching on Frito Lay
Studio be where I play, you other n*ggas stay away
I'm king of the castle, you're a peasant with cattle
I'm the n*gga who taxing you while you barter and haggle
Take a walk in my shoes and n*gga your toes will get bruised
You n*ggas rowing canoes, and I'm f*cking snoring on cruises
Man what the f*ck are you doing besides talking and sh*t?
You better watch up which tree you be barking and sh*t
And I don't know how to rap, I'm simply rhyming a sentence
I do it over and over until the music is finished
I guess they like what I'm saying, the playback meter's replenished
Funny the one you labeled boring then is all you be hearing
Time spent driving on me I'm the one who was steering
Nice guys finish last, this is just the beginning
Save all the women and children, because your ship is a sink
You n*ggas choking while you're floating, I got HM03
n*gga, SURF!