Shit, I woke up feelin´ crazy, I´m damn near sick
Still won´t stop the grind
Day four of the calendar
I´m fuckin´ with this bitch, Hokatiwi
Yeah, brrt, yeah, brrt

Yeah, up before for the birds, I ain´t chirpin´, though
I gotta keep it solid, ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia

It´s gon´ take a lot longer to heal if you pickin´ the scab
Got a play on Eastern, told him meet me on Michigan Ave
This some retro red, I´ma nod off of sipping a half
Turkey in the middle of Finkle, tripping, drifting the ´Cat
Got a whole Kentucky Derby in the whip, hittin´ the dash
If I try to teach you the game, is you gon´ finish the class? (Yeah)
Opposition, if I see him, I´m whippin´ his ass (Bitch)

I´m on futuristic time, left that shit in my past
Uh-uh, it´s too late, why you just now tryna zip up yo´ bag? (Lame)
Wouldn´t even try it, blicky equipped, attached
Feeling chatty, rocking Virgil, wear it with the tags
Would´ve thought the scale up on the trampoline, we flippin´ bags
I peeped y´all weakness, it ain´t really shit to dribble past
These superchargers, it ain´t really shit to wiggle fast (Skrrt)
Gangy rocking out the tour like we Nickelback
Gave bro a penny on that road, he brought a nickle back
Talk a body, up a quarter ticket, someone get a half
I remember shaking in that coat, shit, my lips was chapped (Swear)

Now it cost a thousand just to get a track (Fly)
I ain´t talking bout no rap, it´s thirty for a verse
Hundred giffy self-scanning, think I´m worrying the clerk
I´ll shake and bake him, hit from deep, I´m Curry with the work (Three)
Unky told me, all the money, dirty on the first
Smoking without caring, spillin´ drank, I´m dirtying my shirt
Foggy than a bitch ´cause I done boxed it, blurry in the ´Vert
Half a city, chop just screwed him, took a Perky with his syrup
D$M, make a custom jersey for my hearse
Wake up to some bullshit, you know birds, they early when they chirp
I cannot do the green, words slurry off the purp´ (Nope)

Just know Scrumble, he finna get scurvy if he smurk
I don´t think you got it in you to reach the finish line
Lookin´ in yo´ eyes, I can tell you just the finished kind (Finished)
Fatality, we pull through, slide down, finish guys (Finished)
Take yo´ money back to Dukes, you can´t get shit for five
(Finished)

Them lil´ boys is finished
Finishing move
One, two, three
It´s over