| [Verse 1] | |
| It's Bill and Ivies | |
| Villian eyes still spilling, guys so hot saw her panties catch fire | |
| So, back fire when she call me around 5 | |
| Hit her off around 9 | |
| Lit my blunts off her fire stove | |
| I'm never tired, I sever these petty lines | |
| In my sleep so when I go it's live wire while your high though | |
| Catch Ohio got a bitch that lets me hide | |
| While I'm getting off packs outside of the city lines | |
| Plenty time, Daily Bread, heavy grind | |
| Never try cause the games to fake so it's never mind | |
| Then I design my mind fine | |
| You think I can't rhyme | |
| I chew your signed artist out and storm like the land mind | |
| I'm sick and twisted now fuck you and your image it's a gimmick | |
| If you ever heard of Pittsburgh don't visit pal | |
| 95' flow but I was no holds barred | |
| Quick to flip a pack in 05' that was my dro | |
| Kick bad habits now I'm just a rap addict | |
| Past passion, never going back | |
| I'll just grasp action, talks nothing but I'm back masting | |
| Kicking rhymes that's faster | |
| Competition nothing but just backstabbers | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Smack actors with bag ratchets and half ladders | |
| Thinking back after smoking blunts where my ash catcher? | |
| Nap sac full of bags don't even ask | |
| Get my calf cabs, kick flipping ass | |
| I'm a rap bastard | |
| We keep it raw dog no double bars | |
| Just the bass then I call | |
| Alarms, ball hard, Olajuwon | |
| Calm as dons, forest runs | |
| What you want to call us on | |
| Bars to strong licks hard as you wanted son | |
| Let me chew it out | |
| Everybody chewing now but I'm one of few that can choose [?] [?] [?] | |
| Let me do it proud no punches | |
| Cause when I get wild with these lyrics I make dudes hungry | |
| Who wants me off top like some cheap papers | |
| I was pre-made to remake the east end famous | |
| And they'll probably make copies up in each language | |
| Fuck being famous I was free-made and need dangerous |