(feat. Big Pokey, Tyte Eyez)



[talking]

Uh what, two triple

Getting it how we live, Wreckshop

Chevis, independent labels uh

(the Hardest Pit is off the chain

The Freestyle King is in the god damn game

And it's going down, E.S.G. and Po-Yo

Tyte Eyez what's up, let's make 'em ride out ha



[Big Pokey]

On tracks I break backs, so come on with it

Here go sixteen bars of poison, getting spitted

Go out and go get it, that's the way I was trained

I'm here on wax baby, with no pro fame

Switch four lanes, in a big old fo' do'

Chevis bread winner, bout to rep the logo

Tours in Tokyo, and Amsterdam

If I'm featured on a song, then it have to jam

Eat niggaz up, like a rack of lamb

For power I spit bars, like battle ram

Call the ambulance, tell 'em stitch this track

If my verse ain't hot, tell 'em hit me back

As a matter of fact, we go dolla for dolla

Independent got our pockets, bout the size of Kamala

Getting big of shotter, balling with your honey

Gambling this shit, fucking off the show money



[Hook]

Wreckshop and Chevis, and we go hard in the paint

Gotta hitting the town, overseas and swiss banks

No blank checks, or who next to plex with the best

Suggest your wearing a vest, or get a hole in your chest

You better ride out (ride out), ride out (ride out)

Ride out (ride out), ride out (ride out)



[Tyte Eyez]

Excuse a young nigga, for taking up too much space

A lyrical drop out, it's Tyte Eyez

Releasing rhymes from my vocals, making 'em hit the deck

E.S.G. and Po-Yo, got's to give us respect

Chin check is what they catch, for fucking around with some veterans

Relieving pain from your pain, like a bottle of Excedrin

Dirty 3rd's the section, we filling all prescriptions

From pills to codeine, to ecstasy we granting wishes

Eat steak on platinum dishes, going fishing in the Gulf

North pull out the boat, and let the jet skis float

Dirty 3rd's the coast, and we some superstars

Wearing ten around our neck, investing fifty in a car

And if you ever see me rolling, blowing weed into traffic

Ain't no high side with me, you need to postally autograph it

Ain't no calling you fishes or bitches, or even scrubs

Cause we get it how we live it, and that's ghetto love



[Hook]



[E.S.G.]

I'm leaving stains in they brains, sixteen bars of pain

Like a four year old kid, putting her'on in they vein

They addicted when it's spitted, well kid I'm working

Trunk on wave, just like a white boy serving

20's be hurting, when I hit the curb slow

Make sure next year, y'all reserve the front row

At the Grammy's, haters can't stand me

Condo in Texas, beach house in Miami

What you dream about I done it, rap game I run it

Bank account on swoll, like Big Moe's stomach

Last year was a good one, reached my quota

Forbes Top 50, came right on over

Sammy Sosa taking over, mashing Rugers

Riding candy Winebagos, Compact computers

Wreckshop and Chevis, worth a bill each now

Sitting on 22's, shutting the whole piece down



[Hook x2]