131 years savage generation one recipe enough said jack daniels old number 7 b quality tennessee sour mash whiskey ooh so many flows shit goes so many ways down and below 20 10 thousand leagues under the sea motherfuckers never know it was me oh that nigga flew so many flows it s like so many fly colors on the hoe toes god dammit motherfucker ruling whole planet gimme two times cut no shit nah fuck it i m coming through kicked the bucket one day motherfuckers never see a nigga parlay like lay in the cut like he never knew motherfucker super villain and who the fuck is you ooh one two one two in order to make a jam kid we gotta get it back up in the zone mad shit the way we be spittin when the writing shit is on i m fucking it up cause right now see imma be serious my next verse imma just be serious i be starting to laugh that s my problem that s my problem too my shit sound like on some funny shit you know what s hot the way we keep talking i m taking off the headphones to talk to you but it s dope cause we talkin and still doin it to the music so wait then the beat s too loud i keep the beats kinda low like this and shit no nah i don t the levels are fucked up oh you mean to keep the tone down yeah yeah yeah kinda like riding like right there right there be like yo  nope a nope nope he cleans his metal mask with gasoline they after him last seen pulling a chick like a fiend pull a fast one can t put shit past him got niggas on his own team mad enough to blast him retarded in real life on the mic rain man stand close to his main man like a chain gang who give a fuck about who or they fancy crew that s no mystery what hardy boys do with nancy drew sorta with her drawers down quarter the extorter bring slaughter like well i oughta i suggest you hand over the formula doula a villain in your land in his land a ruler hard hitting like puffing a woola with lieutenant uhura every day feel like it s an off day with ferris bueller brother pull heat to prove they not sweet no matter how you spell it we still got beats people question how we live question what we give take it to the next leave em where they can t see me still they judge but they be butt ass twist that wig like a muppet keep it simple can t truss it light s the fuel mic is the tool drink jack kick back drop jewel finish what i start mastered the art living hell can t explain it inhale confuse it more cop the 44 contemplate meditate dictate i direct my direct fate coming of late kurious can i say shit do it for cottlerock do it for k nit k n i t sub r o c only we save we yeah all ya ll punk motherfuckers get schooled slammed on sight by candlelight my hand will write these rhymes til i m burnt out mostly from experience shit that i learned about topics and views generally concerned about with different ways to come up and earn clout i take a look at my life and pace the trails from tablik and savage females with fake nails to face veils you out your frame but still bagging em too you know i know these hoes be asking me if i m you like my twin brother we did everything together from hundred raka at salats to copping butter leathers remember when you went and got the dark blue ballys i had all the different color cazals and gazelles the subroc three finger ring with the ruby in the o ock truly the illest dynamic duo on the whole block i keep a flick of you with the machete sword in your hand everything is going according to plan man