[Verse 1: Van Gar V]
With such clammy hands
Prolly never win a grammy
Sam, and me lack sanity but
Recover with a gram of weed
Bandz comin, torches lit
Pitch forks not in hay
Pissed parents picket
On the album drop day like
Every day sposed to be the same
Gar v shocked us
With his value
Rocked us like
When the cokehead first tried crack dude
Thugz talkin smack, talk back
Fuck your attitude
I gotta little beef bitch
You won't see it til you get me nude
But it's called lude behaviour
You're gonna need some to get me to
Return the favor
Heres a waver for a munch
I got my ass some 'food'
Icecubes in the bong, how long has it been?
S'been a while. got a pile
And it's gon get thin
Mile high club, stuck in the chip aisle coughin
Caution sign, tiles wet
Bout tripped over wit mine
The same time the manager eye me
But im jus munchin dawg
And that ain't crime
Shit changes, so does the ryhme scheme
I plan to change and start cashin
My team, strange but we lastin
We mean, n if you playn we get to blastin
Imagine
My ways change
Pfft
I didn't change my ways, my days changed
My ways. rearranged my brain and made me
Capable pull out the blade
If you dont pay me

[Verse 2: Samworth]
Swear that I'm gon body this beat
Lyrics comin' at ya like Jordan with the sneaker heat
Bouncers on deck, then I'm gon sneak da heat
Juke and rob cuz we need to eat
I'll sell ya a gram that's nothin but leaf
White boy with bars ya in disbelief
You can talk shit all day it don't bother me
Your breath stink, dirty and I stay clean
You're a stain, remove you with some oxy clean
I'm a boxer on these tracks, call me Butterbean
Eating good but I'm better lean
Sippin lean, eatin pizza
Pretty soon we gon need a Visa
Tourin around and coppin this cheddar
Came along way from choppin letus
Tryna make a career from writin letters
We're the kids santa gave no presents
Show up to ya party you're blessed by our presence
TM I'll rap it's a new fetish
You're lookin awfully salty jus like a piece of feta
That's impossible man, you got no cheese
And I bet you even talk to the police
Muhfucka, I ain't got nothin to say but
Peace

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