[Verse 1: Fly Anakin]
Yeah
Cool junkie took two Ls before he caught the train in the same direction
Like a goddess in my section, quickest route to heaven
I learned from Rugers, [?] and still mad they called him out with no protection
N***as hate but think they're blessing
But as I graduate from Mac 11 pistols acting strange
Be threat you think I possess be one and the same
It's not difficult, all my n***as numb to the game
Black discipline keeps shit cordial for chains
I would tell you to carve a lane but don't care enough to fix it n***a
That ain't my role, I'm unscripted n***a
I'll still do this when the kids are bigger
Freak shit might eat a slice of lizard
[?]
All my seminars be laced with psilopsybin
Taste the scars [?] here I are
Pockets still a million [?] in my broken ear
The farther I stay away the more I see God

[Verse 2: Vic Spencer]
Round of applause to the clause is to keep discipline alive
Roll big Ls on my CTA ride
No matter what circumstances I'm in the music always there to fade
It's amazing caters the blatant statement
I function in the space I'm in, manage expectations
Seen n***as that love me hating
Shit shit shit
I ain't tripping I'm out here smoking all the moon rock
Polo sweats with the Doom socks
Looking down in my iPhone I'm quiet as a mouse
Craft a threat that takes space in the memory
Give me weed
Been on some other shit like grabbing a steel
Take my fitted off when some shit get real
I know how it feels to be downhill
I blow kill when I'm out of the coffin
Ashes all over my car remind me how I spill out these bars
The pressure is on, the more I puff the lesser the odds