[Chorus]
Feelin' like bruce lee with the kick
Ya'll lookin' loose leaf in the mix
I don't need groupies, get the pick
Now I'm on 2-3, in the 5th
Feelin' like bruce lee with the kick
Ya'll lookin' loose leaf in the mix
I don't need groupies, get the pick
Now I'm on 2-3, in the 5th
Sittin' with the, enemies
Run it back, penalty
Set the table, 'front of me
Now I got the, remedy
Sittin' with the, enemies
Run it back, penalty
Set the table, 'front of me
Now I got the, remedy, remedy

[Verse 1: Levi Parker]
2-3, but no Jordan, aye
Got the game I keep on scoring, aye
Had to kill it, keep it morbid, aye
Joy comin' in the morning, aye
Yeah I focus on important things
You cannot run on a quarter tank
My microphone ain't recording plays
Hold up, I got like, way more to say
Livin' that, Livin' that
2-3, but no Jordan, aye
Got the game I keep on scoring, aye
Had to kill it, keep it morbid, aye
Joy comin' in the morning, aye
Yeah I focus on important things
You cannot run on a quarter tank
My microphone ain't recording plays
Hold up, I got like, way more to say
Pull up in the spot with the time on a watch
In my Van's Imma walk, and a mind full of God
Draw the line in the chalk, I ain't flyin' with the flock
If you mad, take a shot, I'll reply with a pop
I don't wanna know what you think, what you thought
You can take it or not, I was chained in a box
And he came for the cross, and he saved me
A lost boy, faded and locked
And he made me alive, woah
But I still watch on the low
People be switchin', no smash
But I swear that they think they the bros
Don't want the smoke
Now that I'm movin', the rookies be lookin' like pros
Jesus the G.O.A.T told me that I would be whiter than snow
I let it go
Now they wanna sit at my table
I won't tell em' no, but the way that I'm movin
[Chorus]
I'm feelin' like bruce lee with the kick
Ya'll lookin' loose leaf in the mix
I don't need groupies, get the pick
Now I'm on 2-3, in the 5th
Feelin' like bruce lee with the kick
Ya'll lookin' loose leaf in the mix
I don't need groupies, get the pick
Now I'm on 2-3, in the 5th
Sittin' with the, enemies
Run it back, penalty
Set the table, 'front of me
Now I got the, remedy
Sittin' with the, enemies
Run it back, penalty
Set the table, 'front of me
Now I got the, remedy, remedy

[Verse 2: Jon Keith]
Woah, yall must think I'm scared
It don't take a lot to push, you ain't gotta double dare
I be eatin' at the table, with my enemies right there
"Jon, they don't like your style." (Huh?)
Ask me if I care
Boy I been in that cold, no sweater
I'm like wine with time, just get better
I'm like dynamite when I get fed up
Ooh I'm cheesin', I don't need no cheddar
Call me Bruce Lee, high kick gang
Put some respect on my name
Why? I'm God's son, I don't know shame
You can't rock me, I feel like Dwayne
Watch me, I'm 'bout to flip
And that thing on my shoulder, yeah that's called a chip
And you ain't got no signal, you ain't get the pick
And I'm pickin' up steam, while they lettin' it drip
And I'm dripping off heavy, you people not ready
I'm droppin' an album that's built like a Chevy
If you got a problem, you gon' have to settle
Go take it with God, cause you don't wanna see me
I'm livin', I'm livid
How is you livin'?
What is you doin' with what you've been given?
I'm rockin' cleats and I'm watching yall slippin'
You cannot C, I know you not Crippin'
I'm gettin' louder, I think it's clippin'
My team a package that just got done shippin'
That holy water is what I've been sippin'
2-3 in the 5th, but ain't no division, I'm gone