Say Aye

Everything was fine, used to listen all the time

Then, all these rappers they lied

So now I'm in the booth, been scribbling the truth

Since a young **** was yay high

Nothing left to do but kick it with the crew

And a bottle of Prosecco, stay fly

Posted in the back, we're the dopest on the tracks

If you feel em' motherfucker say aye

Class act squad with a swag that's odd

My people don't do it like them

Rappers think they gods cause they talk about the Ms

We're all gonna die so we're equal in the end

Flow is psychotic, the buzz the byproduct

Because when I jot it we ain't equal with the pen

Break. Akromegalie digging in crates

Diluting wack **** intake

Spit that raw and my hits crack jaws

Coast in second gear, still dispatch y'all

With the ease, check the speed while your engine stalls

Flux is long gone like a ten cent call

Pause. Vienna nights, some of our best

Cause, the death of mics, people to step

Ball, that's what we'd like, but not as yet

Me and family upping the ante to get respect

Showed up at Brick 5 with the gear and the team

Soundcheck we get live, interfere with the scene

That's a no no young man, gotta rehearse

Bystanders chill and watch kid body the verse

Microphones for the squad like shotties for perps

Blast shotgun shells when we drop one well

Hit em' close range, it ain't hard to tell

That the people feel the vibes, your feet are under a spell

Smell, what the rock is cooking?

And we got you looking at the DJ booth

Cause this hard, live large with the truth

Kick bars so the tip jar's full of loot

By the end of the night, there were two dead mics

And two cops came to try to wrong all the rights

It was all good though, hell of a story point

Sipping bubbly, passing celebratory joints