[Verse 1: Michael Young]
Make a toast, just to celebrate the fact
That we made it out the hood and we never going back
See my niggas in the pen, no hope
See what life can get you when you listen to your friends that live off selling dope
Never listen to them niggas, nope
Even though they love you, all that loving shit will get you nowhere
Never trust them niggas, never go there
Niggas do you dirty, leave you on a cloud with no air
Always been a dude to keep a promise
Then, I never follow through, I'm just trying to keep it honest
Now, I got the money and I spend it
Cause it's time, I said I'll take care of the people that just always keep it modest
This is T.T.O's finest
Listen to the hook, if you don't get it
I suggest that you rewind this
Lot of niggas went but they never made it back
Never told a lie, all I do is state facts, nigga, ah
[Hook: No Idols and Michael Young]
These niggas steal my swag
Swiper, no swiping
Swiper, no swiping
Swiper, no swiping
These niggas steal my swag
Swiper, no swiping
Swiper, no swiping
Swiper, no swiping
[Verse 2: Chris Geez]
C-H-R-I-S, oh, geez, it's me
Said I'm raw to the touch, like rotten meat
Said I'm fresh out the pot, can't handle me
Before I make it to the top, dismantle me
Cause if I get where I'm going, I ain't never going back
No round of applause, man, that thing go clap
Every time I'm in my city ain't nobody on my back
Have you seen where I been, then, you know where I'm at
Gotta bone for you, dog
Fresh out the cash, can't hold me at all
Don't blow my high if you know I'mma fall
And yeah, I'm the shit, nigga, where is my star
Not in my circle, you squares on the draw
Shoot for the door, better reach for the ball
If God was a ref, then, death be your call
Just me and my niggas, no new friends at all
My verse and I'm only getting started
Stunting like the boss and I graduated Harding
When your girl see me, no threat, she stalking
CG, it's me, 3-D
I ball like Yoda
Fly so high, no, bitch, I'm floating
Caps in your ass, be ghosting
Swarm on your block, my niggas be locusts
No kodak camera, that zoom need focus
At the top of my game
Picture me losing, man, that be a shame
Step out of my pose and breaking my frame
Fake friends see through like drops in the rain
Switching my flow, not changing my name
Step in the club, no new friends
No new friends for me
And I drop that beat with a thirty-eight key
[Hook: No Idols, Michael Young, and Chris Geez]
These niggas steal my swag
Swiper, no swiping (Yeah)
Swiper, no swiping (And I'm on one)
Swiper, no swiping
These niggas steal my swag
Swiper, no swiping
Swiper, no swiping
Swiper, no swiping
[Verse 3: No Idols]
Switch the fedora for a snapback
I got more flavors than a spice rack
Fuck is gold when I'm aiming for a platinum plaque
I'm killing these beats, send a burlap sack
Most rappers too nice, I'll eat y'all in two bites
That's one for your body, the next go for your mic
Bitch nigga, goodnight, you take those as last rites
And you and your whole team is fuck boys for life
Pussy nigga, you cane sweet, talking about you hold them goons, little nigga
That's bull shit like your excrete, get chipped like you on them toons, pull the trigger
Man, fuck you and your technique, get bent like a fucking spoon, little dipper
I take flights to Martinique, you dry like a fucking prune, that's dinner
Uh, Your exuberance is just humorous
And my word play is so numerous and you baby-sit like a uterus
Uh, You stick out, protuberance
Don't make me get belligerent, I'll smack you out of your ignorance
This lyricism, my trademark
Born with it like birthmarks
I'll ship your ass like a postmark
And they'll return to sender like question mark
I'm too cold, cadaver
I'll bag your chick, no wrapper
We shitting on them, no bladder
You boys ain't catching me, so, who you after
I spit hard like llamas
She eat semen, Piranha
Got a main chick named Lana
And her back-up is Kyra
And hell yeah, I'm bragging
This mixtape straight dragon
And we feeding the whole team like we Italian and Spanish, Go
