Yeah, party people

You are now absolutely, positively, most definitely in the company of the most underrated, understated killers in your playlist, Super Duty Tough Work

Serenade me when I come in

Trumpets my introduction

Drums thumping like 21 guns, duns salute me that’s the custom

With the joints all custom

From the beats to the garms, we large, moving on that weak production They said it’s hot but they were bluffing, you can’t trust ‘em

They telling lies in the discussion

If only they knew the cloth that we were cut fro

They would cease that speech and stay quiet

Pumping lies seeming impartial but they biased

I been a beast since a shy teen with the frayed pilot

Now the heat we leak on these beats will change climates The tape’s priceless

While yours is very bland

Sloppy brushwork, heavy hand

Appropriated content with every grant

Fam, you need to give those pennies back

On some “I do this for the culture”, but you sold your soul to sell the brand Any brand, any fad, oh man, oh man, oh man

And that Supreme don’t impress me

No logo we moving stealthy, glide like a chess piece

The band bless me, I sit back with that tall and sexy

Good hair, but no Becky, we eating healthy

The architect construct the LP

My artisan hand conduct the band, we Little Richard to these Elvis Presleys Devils tryna stress me

We catch flights while y’all take selfies, lost in the role-play

I sit back, sip the Rose

My style is like Mode2 meets Claude Monet, all in some no names Wholecars in my garden, spray up the Soul Train

And shit be swingin’ like a rope chain, it’s no thing

Paint stains like battle scars, I wear ‘em like expensive jewelry

Jot ideas on a loose leaf

Sketch my plans to fruition from a few seeds

Honest Expression like Bruce Lee

A new breed, we top quality

They pay the fee 'cause they know I rock properly

We moving quiet, like a riot on the property

To hit 'em up and set it off with no apologies (what?)

A new breed, we top quality

They pay the fee 'cause they know I rock properly

Hands up in the jam, be looking like a robbery

Grey R-S, the way I give 'em this philosophy

What? it's like

Ooh ah

Sock it to me like you want to- ooh

I can take it like a pro and you know

I do a long stroke with the backstroke

My hormones jumping like a disco

I be puffing ... like Crisco

And all you gotta say is go, go, go, go, go

And we winning the G!