​advanced mages only... sorry! lyrics

[Producer Tag: breno]
Heheh, I love you, breno

[Verse 1: PE$O PETE, prodbyzoc, & 檜山 修之]
Oh, you broke? We knew that sh*t, uh, dang! Oh, you broke? We knew that sh*t ([?])
Ha, oh, you broke? We knew that sh*t, I'm like "Oh damn, you said you gon' float?", I think he gon' sink
He gone in a wink, I'm off of that dank, if he f*ck wit' the gang, then he catchin' a "Mink!"
When I'm linkin' wit' fam', we gon' pour up and "Clink!", when I'm linkin' wit' fam', we smoke green like—, アー！
I said, "No, b*tch, we can't—", フ, ハ！ If he can't feel the [?], then he stupid, no question
Brodie, get to that money, sh*t ain't a suggestion, if he f*ckin' wit' gang, on my money, we press him, haha (ヤー！)
V-V's, my wrist stay cryin' like Grеat Depression, y'all ain't been up, y'all just stuck, that's somethin' likе a fake erection ([?], ドリヤー！)
Big ass chop' on my side, K. Rool, if the b*tch don't wan' f*ck wit' the gang, 'kay, cool
If it ain't about money, man, what I'm gon' do? You gon' need you a stack if you thought we gon' do
We just [?] the mansion, I drive [?], if he talkin' on gang, we gon' find bro' soon
He claimin' he better, but better than who? And if he claim Beretta, I turn Bayonetta, it's true
No, I don't got hands, but this SIG is ten plus one, Mayweather
[?] remove all the stressors, [?], man, we best him

[Break: PE$O PETE & yayu]
Right, nah, yayu, for real though, right? (*Sizzling*, right-right, for real, for real)

[Verse 2: yayu & [?]]
Uh, true rundown, can't feel this sh*t ([?], woah)
Day in life: wake up, get p*ssed, smoke piff, then think how I'm gon' get rich (p*ssed, how I'm gon' get rich)
My wit too sharp, gotta hone this sh*t, my bread too smart, gotta own my sh*t (Gotta own my sh*t)
It couldn't be me, but I know that niche, see the route, then I f*ck, that's it (Hey-Hey, okay)
[?] mob, but I don't have sh*t, good thing that I don't act rich (Don't have sh*t, okay, don't act rich, ah, okay)
Cop that bag of work, I'm young wit' texts like After Earth (Woah)
b*tch gon' laugh at first, grew out my hair, I'm snatchin' her (Snatchin' her, aye)
How do I feel myself when it's crowded? Got a audience, had to allow it ([?])
[?] tap into my [?] talent, so I ain't nearly gotten to my loudest ([?])
Talk that sh*t, get it all dress down! Huh? Huh? Look at my catalogue (Talk that sh*t, get it all dress down! Huh? Huh?)
I'm next out… pus*y
[Outro: yayu]
Uh, pus*y, yeah