[Verse One: Kami de Chukwu]
Swerve, swerving be the movement
With these first place maneuvers to the slow paced losers
Last place zoomin’, holdin’ tight onto they fantasies
We front line cruisin’, paintin’ pictures, sippin’ daiquiris
A modern day masterpiece, front seat with the master key
Shotgun turn you suit and ties to simple faded casualties
Tragically they all keep facing these here travesties
Thinking it’s sweet as pie, forgetting how sour them apples be
Yo, they don’t listen when I say so, advice go: stay low
When them Joses stay aiming at your pesos, make roll
Back to the chase, back in this race with a smile on his face
Cheesing like it be a rat race with a cat trap
With a bat claw to these honey buns, taking all of they cake
Taking all of they weight, all up in they face
Like a strain from a can full of mace
I done stay putting them n***as in they place
When the Save Money villain shoot and cue Kembe

[Verse Two: Kembe X]
Roll another swisher, don’t smoke it though, just look at it
My pockets hella empty, I ain’t broken bro, just crooked
It’s the super duper stupid fuck, I booth the blunt, get stupid stuck
Fuck with me, you losers fucked, want some heat? Then you in luck
N***as can’t fuck with the high rap god, it’s some time till I blow
See but I’m just mines, [?]
If I spit, I’m speaking through my lyrics, I’m just prophet
So watch this profit, money, bitches
Can’t seem to get the fuck up outta my best wallet
Was down and they not cause they pride ‘cause they shot
And I kill ‘em all, feed ‘em to the lot, just watch
Let’s be quiet, fuck, dumb ass bitches
Quit still tryna take my money, hahaha shit, what?