Homie 2: *heavy breathing*
Lem: Ya’ll grab everything you can, I’ma be at the register
Homie 1: Can’t we just-
Lem: We’re already here!
Homie 2: O - okay, okay
Lem: Ready?!

You know what this is! Show me the m-

[Red]
Spinning that
Linnen and cotton, cop that
Drop that
He wears the cloth
He bears the cost
He fears God, but swears to his guap
Swear the cha-ching gimme bling
Skinny sing for a ring-ring
Who is this?
Mister New Wrist
I like how it fits,
Better watch when I move fist
More precise and time is money
So when I set my ice it ain’t shit funny
Cut me lines of the dumber dopes
But they still ain’t sniffing, doing ‘em
Too busy listening to ‘em
Hurry up gimme
Don’t make me make you shimmy
Got this neo-gimme-some-feedback apparat in me left
Act daft and a kid’ll go deft
Settle, for show a kid’ll meddle in theft
So they save their bread
So as they say, saving my breath
Cause talk is cheap
But cheap ain’t free
And green keep me till I’m free in death

For real, for real, AH!

[Red + Lem]
(better pray)
Mother we riding
Seven billion homies who Bonnie and Clyde-ing
x2

[Lem]
In this dry land oasis
To be green faces
That’s the basics, stick to ‘em
Gruesome in each pace, stuck it to ‘em
We bohemian
Don’t see the meaning in it
So for feces is my thesis
I see your china fall to pieces when leaves leave
He and ye easily a fiend when it’s lock, key
I know you’re not too keen
But see son, look B, you are real
You are real
You are still victim to eclipse
Know id trick, son
Same casted,
Blasted axis
Zig zag passes to the cashes
Had to the cash the cashier
Gone with a twist of the pisiform
Had to imply the pistol in my other grip
Sick, viscous
Spit in his visage
He holds wishes
Just another one of us, he still pisses

And no matter the size of my head
Still a feather to the lead
Still tethered to the dollar thread

(No better till your dead, cheddar cheddar)

We wind up dead, we wind up dead
Kill your neighbor for a block of bread
We wind up dead, we wind up dead
We wind up dead, we wind up id