We were riding high

They were rolling low

We were grinding heavy

They would take it slow

They wanna know the game

But it can't be told

No it can't be sold

Why they thinking that it can't be so



You gotta give me space

I gotta hit these dates

Got a lot of chicks giving me chase

But can nobody ever seem to get me the pace, it's quick (YA)

It's Will Bixby and Gates

Hit 'em with the real sixteen for cake (YO)

For God's sakes, what I really needs' a break

Break it down, roll it up, Philly weed and shake

Breaking down the rhyme at a millipede's pace

Pray to see the light of day or will it be a waste

Hillary's a fake and Don Trump's a fraud

Either way they both livin' way above the law

Hip Hop dead, motherf**k this I'm gone

Master of Puppets and Justice for All

Load 'em up, Kill 'em All Reload and BRAT

Death Magnetic let them all Fade to Black

I been chillin' out in the back hallway

Waitin' for one of y'all to collapse on stage

My hat's off, better get your facts all straight

Before you get figured out and get black balled (HEYY)

I see you runnin' like a track star

Too bad you run in a circle around in the backyard

It's like nobody did ever listen to Black Star

And if they did they probably thought it was whack bars

I guess they too cool for school they act dumb

And sell the venom to kids and get 'em a fat sum

I'm Highlander maybe one of the last ones

Who give a f**k what they talk about in their rap song (YA)



We were riding high

They were rolling low

We were grinding heavy

They would take it slow

They wanna know the game

But it can't be told

No it can't be sold

Why they thinking that it can't be so

We were riding high

They were rolling low

We were grinding heavy

They would take it slow

They wanna know the game

But it can't be told

And it can't be sold

When you're rollin' with the banditos



Keep an eye on the clock as the hands go around

Cause you gotta know the time and the season

Listen up and everybody soundin' like clowns

They never had a rhyme nor a reason

The roof is on fire everybody leavin'

The air is still and it got everybody wheezin'

I got the keys keys keys got the keys keys keys

Which means I be gone for the weekend

These idiots be acting like I ain't got it when I always had it

Been at it with a pad and a pen and it never mattered the patterns

I was developin' hell I been a veteran long as a lot of y'all walkin' the planet and

I don't need an automatic I'm doing this out of habit, you silly rabbit

Anybody can have it if you in it then grab it, do it good as the baddest

Take a look at the status yeah it's Godi doin' the Hammerdance

Go ahead and forfeit you never had a chance

They holla at us and we answer with an avalanche

I'm going Super Saiyan stayin' in a battle stance

Kamehameha flying out of both of my hands

I need a milli Travis said to give me that advance

I probably well enough to never need a battle plan

Even the Murs guy said I was a battered man

Show me the money tell me put it in my f**king hand



We were riding high

They were rolling low

We were grinding heavy

They would take it slow

They wanna know the game

But it can't be told

No it can't be sold

Why they thinking that it can't be so

We were riding high

They were rolling low

We were grinding heavy

They would take it slow

They wanna know the game

But it can't be told

And it can't be sold

When you're rollin' with the banditos