[Verse 1: RU$H]
Uh—
A hundred-thousand in the shoebox; I punch like Errol Spence and Ugas
We can get it poppin' with a few shots in the clip kickin' like Ong-Bak; who hot? (Woo!)
I might pull a grip out the tube sock, threw shots and wake up a few blocks (Grrt)
I'm in too deep (Uh), pass me the oo-wop to calm all that uncool ruckus like The Boondocks (That's a Fendi)
Uh— I take a puff of the moon rock, then hit 'em up like 2Pac (Grrt)
The squad and the crew hot; the way I'm rubbin' elbows'll raise a eyebrow, I'm the new Rock
Dude, stop (Stop) - you don't know the Fendi Don, you never knew Fah
Twin blickies on, that's two Glocks (Hahahaha)
With the grip, I give a round of Hpnotiq— what's that?
Blue shots out the Ferrari, I let the tool pop (Uh— Woo!)

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
My temperament be legendary (Legendary)
We primary, no secondary; the .40 be my secretary (Secretary)
Paint the Porsche piss to complement the Canaries
I'm military-grade dangerous; they know my language
If it ain't big money, then we ain't speakin' the same shit (We not the same)
Executive package on the Benz, this ain't the same shit (We not the same)
Rolex came original, the scales was digital
Invested in the rap game, the change was pivotal
They say I'm so fly, it's criminal; I murder fashion
Even before the bag came in, I still was doin' 'em nasty
Now all we do is chauffeurs; I'll let you do the taxis
I'm great as the Gatsbys
Want a few pointers? Then just ask me