Growing up i learned never have loose lips
loudest motherf*****s never do shit
on the road to lose quick 
i stay quiet but get loose quick
get all up in your face on some rude sh**
cause me and my gang on the fast route
smoking till we pass out
roll another one
in The Shed is where we ash now
pusha pack man 
went from bush to afghan
we smoking on that gas now
Step 1 do shows bring the fans out
Step 2 is the leeches with they hands out
Step 3 you step right over em’ 
on reservations with the chiefs smoking opium
i risk it all that casino life
i were a smile but don’t seem alright 
it’s deeper than that
deeper than rap
ya standing in the fire and your feet might crack
demons chasing feel the heat on your back
cause I’m diving right into these flames
i ain’t lying i ain’t in to these games
I’m on my boss sh**
shits different i feeling the game
new drugs i ain’t feeling the same
I’m on my off sh**
cause it’s off with they heads
they think they running sh**
cut em’ off at the legs
flow sick like I’m terminal
they pissed leave em’ bloody at the urinal
make em’ wanna quit
this is business nothing personal

I got a plan for the gram but it’s not the likes
you compare me to your mans ‘cuz we not alike
we got lost in the sand more than 40 nights
only spent long doing wrong ‘cuz it got me right
on a different vibe
bleed for my enterprise
do it for they memories
makin’ sure they never die
like you would need a slug to forget
that’s the Remy to the rug for the set
oh you didn’t know?
Step 1 get the judge throw the case out
Step 2 bloodsuckers with they plates out
Step 3 treat ‘em llike the Buddha top
had to cut ‘em off seen the loss in a lucy drop
dealin’ with the cost i got suace in my soda pop
cough ’til the doobie stoop
boss of this Coup d’etat
and I like the way you move it ma
throw them plants in the camp fire
can we get our hands higher?
Kumbaya
Ooou na na
Keep ya hands up our we gon’ hear that
BAH BAH BAH
you gon’ miss a hundred P
if you don’t shoot your shot
but there’s a line where its free
so my sh**s don’t stop until-
knots ridiculous
our women shoppin’ frivolous
you blockin’ what the vision is
that sh**s on sight
B***h
wish I seen 20-20 what it was
you a .7 tryin’ to be a dub motherf*****