[Intro]
(Let the band play)

[Verse 1: Don Trip & Starlito]
Spin the bottle, hope it lands on me so all y'all can kiss my ass
With the shit, 'bout to start makin' stickers, n***a, you can sniff and scratch
Some of us just wanna watch the world burn, I feel like a can of gas
If a rapper really want the smoke sayin' my name equivalent to playin' with matches
Ex trackin' my every move, every time I move, they keepin' tabs
Baby mama told me go to hell, if I do, I'll finally get to meet my dad
Yeah, that fuck n***a dead, still don't get no pass even in the cemetery (Damn)
I can't even find the word "forgiveness" in the dictionary (Ah)

[Verse 2: Starlito]
Go'n and write your obituary
Bro got so many guns, he don't know which to carry
Fuck with me, guarantee I end up on top, missionary
Can't see me like John Cena, like Stevie Wonder, I'm a visionary
Step Brothers 4 Life, yeah, 'til we dead and buried, that's legendary
Independent
Craig love Prince's Chicken like I love Memphis women
Pimpin' since been pimpin', ain't no simpin', I convince and send 'em
You should know I'm in it with 'em if anybody went against 'em
Keep a safe distance or you'll have no choice but to play the victim
Damn, it's been eight years? I evaded a lil' state conviction
Life comes at you fast, a lot of shit happen that I hate to mention
Like, okay, say for instance the first one made you pay attention
Came back with that same intention, to this day, we stay consistent
[Verse 3: Don Trip]
The truth is, ain't many places we both can go without takin' pictures
Honesty still makes a difference, honestly, it's what makes us different
Now we 'bout to take a field trip to the bank and we get to take our children
Craig settin' up college funds for his future kids like Russell Wilson

[Verse 4: Starlito]
That's out of pocket, wait, back up, now I know how Justin feels
Up a little, but not enough to chill, if you wonder why I hustle still
I'm private, but I'll get up with you in public, that's how I'm cut for real
Don't make me put you in a budget, got a lot of hitters like the Oklahoma drill

[Verse 5: Don Trip]
Shotgun, boy, you can catch a bullet pass like we on the field
Don't get it confused, paid my dues like it's my only bill
Hundred rounds in the drum, if I let it go, I'ma be a mass shooter
Anybody dumb enough to count me out is gonna need a math tutor
Yeah, you a big dog, but to a gorilla, you look like a labradoodle
I'll make 'em have to write your whole name on a toe tag, then attach it to you
Sound funny 'til it happen to you, it was all good just a week ago
If it's up, just know a n***a spinnin' like pizza dough

[Verse 6: Starlito]
We can go
Bar for bar with the best of 'em, come pick up what's left of 'em
Really, ain't much more to say, bruh already said fuck 'em
Matter fact, make that a double, all these plays, we don't have to huddle
Call EA, tell 'em put us on the Madden cover, Step Brothers