[Verse 1: Cameron Butler]
Bass hitting like a single, ump calling it safe, mauling and sawing beats for the green to haul to the bank,
Super raunchy his rank,
Since he scoffing they stalk em,
And quickly offing the stakes,
Nigga we taking, no saving shit if you offering plates,

It's thanksgiving on a daily,
Breaking the space in the savings,
My pain is raising the ratings,
Now they play me like they tried me,
Sublime the rhymes to acquire,
See buyers high on the lines that he scribe at night if the timings green

Nigga, I never needed gas for the drive I got,
You wilding if denying him, they'll reply that this guy is hot,
You the type to lie about grinding sitting the side and watch
Adopt a wave to ride, when it dies, you back to the sighs and plot,

Got a lot of clock to rock til I'm in a box,
Rotting from the sins I flocked, spot em squating with cinder blocks,
Squad letters on my chest where my soul is at,
Bros know the goal is to roll in the dough and poach the rats

[Hook: Cameron Butler]
Through the clouds I go,
Never seeing the ground,
With a breeze we arouse,
You eat defeat by the pound,
Yeah, in the system next to the Martians,
Finessing through the stressing, fetching to end the garbage, (4x)

[Verse 2: Blue November]
End the garbage, target weak shit
Spark a flame hotter than mother Teresa's cleavage
It seems like, niggas hugging up and never fist fight
Talking all that extra shit
But stopping at the green light

Fuck it run it prices on our head
It's nothing spiteful,
Waiting till we make the moves you niggas is disciples
Despise fools who's hands
Full of shit we make em rivals, the rifle
Loaded with bullets covered in tribal

Even with a idle mind the bible couldn't fuck with mine
Lost cause should've let me die the doctor did y'all wrong
Here to break hearts and serve lessons
They tried to hang me like a necklace
Cause the tongue is like a lethal weapon

Tryna kill my people with an AK-4
We just tryna reason nigga what's the AK-4?
Chasing steez and pussy nigga what's the end game though?
Lost in the sauce that the fucking rich man po'd

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cameron Butler]
Lot of niggas want attention but I yearn the paper,
Test and you'll get hurt the bets are gone on you resurfacing later,
Bout it bout it I could prolly pass as Percy's son,
No man on this earth is as earnest as this worthy one,

Through demand of God he picked this man to sabotage,
Plan to botch your clan could not stand us, sly as a standard fox
Ran the spot and damaged, operation demolition shit,
Gimps get a glimpse of the missions, ripping militias bitch

Blank flags moving rapid now,
This is crack for the rap addicts so blast it loud,
Got the power to grab a town,
Grasping crowns to thrash a clown
Bask in a frown, you on a fast track to drown,

The waves getting bigger,
Lames aim to split,
Slaying games, erasing the traces of the sega tip,
Listeners are avid of us bastard ravenous savages,
Lack in slacking distractions I slash em to stack the cabbages

[Hook]