Just lay back and get yo stacks, this is crack bitch where you at

The mack with the silly hat, yo

I prophesied with all my **** bout the come up

Express yo mind and take yo time and get the funds up

Rap **** start singing then they call theyselves artists and shit besides the beat this as hard as it gets, we mastered this

Velvet rope type shit wrote this crib in my whip

Ask your teacher what the lick read, she'd probably flip

The god of this shit, deposits stay positive bitch

The point of interest was his rhyme book his heart in a ditch

He once trusted a bitch but he was clueless

Besides the kid napping almost made him feel ruthless you knew it's

The god of rap say it's twice for the back

We go unnoticed but you noticed we been dropping that crack

We reached the pinnacles you couldn't reach but you don't see that

Silent murders is the mind state while crafting these raps