[Intro: Sterling Hayes]
Yeah
Ugh
Beam Scale
For the love of this shit

[Chorus: Sterling Hayes]
For the love of this shit
I miss my auntie funeral, aye
My wife is beautiful, her pussy juice all over my cuticles, aye
Gotta lick it off, see the enemy then pick ‘em off
Goofy n***as, we send ‘em off
I could feel the energy was off
Finesse you before you double-cross
Can you make your mans your boss
My lawyer get them cases tossed
I seen that fake chain defrost
I know what the fuck it cost
Catchin’ plays likе Randy Moss
Catchin’ plays like Randy Moss

[Verse 1: Sterling Hayes]
After this album, it’s back to reality (Rеality)
They should put my art up in a gallery (Gallery)
Big time hustler, hittin’ licks, a few salaries
Been countin’ money, now I’m countin’ calories
I got that get money gut
I know some n***as will tie you up
Jon Basil in the cup
JF Jeans, I love my Chucks
We out here bitch, we never duck
We out here bitch, we never duck
Jon Basil in the cup
JF Jeans, I love my Chucks
[Verse 2: Sterling Hayes]
I need some equity from everybody we put on (Put on)
Only holy ground I put my feets on
Pain up in my songs but lately, I don’t feel no pain
I send ‘em from which they came
All these vultures in this game
But we the culture, respect my name
Elijah McClain was the last straw
If you racist, I’ma break your jaw
But do I hit or nawh?

God, will you save us all?
Pick me up when I fall
God, will you save us all?
Or pick us up when we fall

[Chorus: Sterling Hayes]
For the love of this shit
I miss my auntie funeral, aye
My wife is beautiful, her pussy juice all over my cuticles, aye
Gotta lick it off, see the enemy then pick ‘em off
Goofy n***as, we send ‘em off
I could feel the energy was off
Finesse you before you double-cross
Can you make your mans the boss
My lawyer get them cases tossed
I seen that fake chain defrost
I know what the fuck it cost
Catchin’ plays like Randy Moss
Catchin’ plays like Randy Moss
[Verse 3: VIC MENSA]
For the love of this money
These girls wanna bone thugs
A singer from Fifth Harmony, she asked me if I sold drugs
93boyz on the shelf, I’m doin’ legal dealin’
Qualified immunity, I got a license to make a killin’, uh
Where the opps? Them n***as keep on dying like they was Krillin
Fucked her in my Mikes, all these bitches booties like they Brazilian
With the Mandalas in Johannesburg
Fuck a party, we start wars, lose one of yours, it turn you to the dark side, uh
She topped me in a [?] Free Palestine, I might hit Bezos wife, I’m in my prime, Amazon shit
Optimus, these n***as ain’t real they Oculus, as for the rift between us to see me you need binoculars
I’m hotboxin’ a skybox at The United Center, my pops sittin’ right next to Pippen, we Goin’ Scotty n***a
These Hot Topic n***as rockin’ the style they got from me
I might collect royalties as intellectual property
With some big steppas like Hobbit feet, my prophecy was getting rich with the same n***a since poverty