[IKeith]
For so long that things have been out of my reach
But now I've learned the game and I'm playing for keeps
Ooh, ooh
[Vinni]
It's the philosophies of possible cheese
Let's get some profit's from these prophecies
Swapping some g's for DVD's overseas properties
Making sure the vocals dropping on the keys properly
Get it popping in this monopoly
Nobody stopping me, cause my mission is set
Ain't got no listeners yet
Peep the ignition, cannabis in effect
Missing respect, my position is set, and the conditions reflect
My coalitions when we piss on cassettes
Yo I ain't dissing but you're slack, folks are falling for crap
You can't be serious, you call that rap? Sure that's fat?
I bought it but I brought it back, I can't afford a supporter-cap
Run recorders 'til the mortar cracks, making daughters clap
Game like a quarterback, with portable facts
Vagabond in orbital laps, absorbing the map
We moving 'til we on top
Getting my shit from the pawnshop
As soon as this fucking song drops
And we're moving on up, it's our time to shine
Blazing J's in your face and we pass it around
Now I know you're hating on me though
Who knew that we was 'bout the dough for show
I'm like a wolf among sheep, it's on me I'm hungry
Stepping on hands and toes pardon me, baby
Gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though
Why me? 'cause only big dogs can roll
[Kleen Cut]
You're like an old can of coke, buzz already dead
Kleen Cut, Paperboys, and it's over your head
We fuck making noise, live for dough
Do a free show? How I'm gon' supply my ho?
She is high maintenance, I got five fake friends
Talking all nice, but they don't make sense
I've never seen your face, but you wanna shake hands
It's all good, got nothing but love for fans
Y'all like beast, use roars and growls, forcing howls
Kleen Cut never caused a fowl
Get strict saying fuck you's with nouns and vowels
Never lose, so I don't need towels
I don't fold I'm pleased to say
Get home write rhymes that seem to pay
You know the shit's over when you hear that sound. (Huh, Huh)
We moving up and you just went down
[Keith]
And we're moving on up, it's our time to shine
Blazing J's in your face and we pass it around
Now I know you're hating on me though
Who knew that we was 'bout the dough for show
I'm like a wolf among sheep, it's on me I'm hungry
Stepping on hands and toes pardon me, baby
Gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though
Why me? 'cause only big dogs can roll
[Kleen Cut]
Ey yo, thinking may hurt, don't do too much of it
I'm Kleen Cut, that's who you fucking with
Crunk it up, Y'all know y'all loving it
You know what? What you got, you're stuck with it
Yeah, you ain't gon' change at all
While I just got better, new name and all:
They call me Sharpshooter, Kleen-Eastwood, J-letter
Nice flow, who the fuck sounds better?
[Vinni]
Shit I'm spelling to cross elements, yelling like lost elephants
Sell'em some force, tell'em, of course, we floss elegance
Meddle with boss-pelicans, secret intelligence
And I dwell on my tours relevance, creeping through settlements
And I'm peeping on sleeping residents, wake'em up
Whoever's fronting, tape him shut
Keep'em jumping, show them how to make a cut
These haters are fake as fuck, got no problem burning my bridges
They better chill before we turn'em religious
I ain't earning no digits, ain't a happy man, still, I'm making it happen
The Capitan, killing tracks in front of clapping fans
Rappers like a factory brand, we ship'em back to Japan
They can't fuck with this immaculate scam
[Keith]
And we're moving on up, it's our time to shine
Blazing J's in your face and we pass it around
Now I know you're hating on me though
Who knew that we was 'bout the dough for show
I'm like a wolf among sheep, it's on me I'm hungry
Stepping on hands and toes pardon me, baby
Gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though
Why me? 'cause only big dogs can roll
And we're moving on up, it's our time to shine
Blazing J's in your face and we pass it around
Now I know you're hating on me though
Who knew that we was 'bout the dough for show
I'm like a wolf among sheep, it's on me I'm hungry
Stepping on hands and toes pardon me, baby
Gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though
Why me? 'cause only big dogs can roll
