Pete VS Andre

Alright, how you doin' up there?

No preconceived ideas of what we're going to play

Either rhythmically, or melodically, or harmonically

We don't know what's going to emerge from moment to moment

There's no real leader, uh, of this kind of music

The focus shifts, sometimes the music is coming right from the center of the room, somehow—

Ayo, billionaires off the wrist

Big gates on the dish

AK's made his dreads lift

Brrt

Fire shooters using the sticks (Cap)

Homie behind the G-wall for a few robberies (Haan)

Plus he got caught with his blick, it had two bodies

Sold my soul for a thousand Maseratis

Bullets back and forth like it's air hockey

Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot

Throw 'em off the roof, face first saké

He look like me but more stocky

I'm waitin' to let the .40 off

Caught a rapper in the club, broke his wrist snatchin' his Rollie off

Ha

Fluff a brick, that's what the soda for

That's the code of war, kill the general and watch the soldiers fall

Woo

Dropped the pack by the corner store

Cherry Bugatti four-door to fall on the floorboard

Been baggin' dope all night

My first gloves at the Albright

Imagine your favorite rapper but more nice

My bars like, gettin' stabbed at the same time with four knives

They gave Sly four lives (Free the homie)

Three racks with my kicks I never wore twice

Whippin' raw, you can smell it in my Off-White

Cap

I can have **** whack your momma for a small price

War time, I wore Patrick Moore

Jackin' off the gauge, blew off his face settin' off (Boom)

I prayin' if I spray it, I'ma lay 'em all

Dope money stuffed in the jelly jar, canary on

The Maserati gods

Skrrt

I had the black and orange

Alright, how you doin' up there?