Back in the kitchen, I'm on the one-twos
I'm movin' that, brewin' that, ooh
I got that new, I got that ooh
Cut off your aid, and I shoot for the moon
I'm cuffin' your aide in a government room
She give me some face, so I cut off the Zoom
Uncle Sam runnin' a train on her, too
That Tesla go vroom
World of silicon, and it's who knew who
Bunch of billionaires playin' who's who goons
Right in my city, where they shoot through the schools
I got somethin' for the lows where they movin' the tools
She said I'm the one, I got .22s too
Word to Backyard Band and the northeast grooves
I stuck with my pen, and my voodoo grew
Toosie Slide genocide with some fries on the side
Palestine (My bad), I crossed the line (Iraq)
I got them weapons of mass
I take 'em to church, and I'm wearin' a mask
No roof in this booth, but I carry the mags
I shoot for the truth, and I bury the past
Woah, woah, woah, we got not more quarters (Quarters)
They say this a game, they got no controllers ('trollers)
I came for loose change, tell 'em no more orders (Orders)
We gon' crash the planes, we got no more borders (Yeah)
Sorry, ain't got no more quarters, me lad
Game over, I need all of my cash
You short me, and it'll get gory, perhaps
They dick ride so much, they done tore their kneecaps
Went down a dark road that results to rehab
Shit done got sticky like it was tree sap
Go in like a needle when niggas get vaxxed
You poke at the bully, and someone get slapped
Nah, fuck it, niggas get whacked
Oh, you goin' platinum, get beat with a plaque
We steppin' on rappers like we was a frat
Still underground, baby, like we gettin' fracked
Won't crash out with buddy 'cause he finna rat
I'm standin' on business, but leavin' 'em flat
One, two, three, it's a wrap
I send 'em my grievance, and leave it at that
Fuck it, tell 'em I'll see 'em in court
Forensics don't know where to dig up the corpse
Give praises before my hand lift up the fork
Bitch, I'm on fire like Kid Cudi's Porsche
Stay mowin' the lawn 'cause niggas is snakey, and I'm not crazy
Jarren come and make 'em run for the border like ICE, ICE, baby
Woah, woah, woah, we got not more quarters (Quarters)
They say this a game, they got no controllers ('trollers)
I came for loose change, tell 'em no more orders (Orders)
We gon' crash the planes, we got no more borders
At war for the chips
I got the mortar, you mortals are hit
Say they got morals, you more of a bitch
I'm sick of the hors d'oeuvres and orders you get
They come with recorders, I come with the clips
They come with reporters, we come for the snitch
Ain't cover informants, I cut off the rich
You more of a morsel, I murder and dip
Talkin' like they want it, but they never really want it with moi
Stalkin' the opponent 'til we hone in with the trigger, then ah
They on that rah rah, all I hear is bah bah
Roll 'em, smoke 'em, la-la
You ain't on that G.O.A.T. talk, nah, get your throat sawed off
Make an offerin', they offer him some oxygen, but my heir's to the throne
I got bars, let me rock the gym, I lock it in, I pop the pen and reload
I'm from Washington, where lots of men try grovellin' to power impose
But my prose been different
Elect who, I'm in pole position
Woah, woah, woah, we got not more quarters (Quarters)
They say this a game, they got no controllers ('trollers)
I came for loose change, tell 'em no more orders (Orders)
We gon' crash the planes, we got no more borders
Woah, woah, woah, we got not more quarters (Quarters)
They say this a game, they got no controllers ('trollers)
I came for loose change, tell 'em no more orders (Orders)
We gon' crash the planes, we got no more borders