[Intro: Illmac]
Uh-huh
Esem, what up?
Milc, what up?
Yo

[Verse 1: Illmac]
I take it back like, being too broke to go on field trips
Now we in the field, trippin'
We just built different
Got roasted over free lunches, now they look at me like the meal ticket
No ill will now, they know Ill will get it
She got red bottoms, like Dorothy heel-clicking
Got that "lean on me" like Bill Withers, pop a seal, mix it
Extendo hanging off the pole like a skilled stripper
Drop jewels, I hit it on the nose like a pill-sniffer
Licks turn to opportunity knocking on my door like Little Richard
We just had to go for broke to get a lil’ richer
Now we summon ghosts with toasts, when we spill liquor
Real shit, just a star from the North, peep the Little Dipper
Back like, school dances drunk, rocking Hilfiger
Success story, folks from the block tryna build wit’ us
Back to that, all-white, Oldsmobile, ‘93
Red leather interior, reclining seats
Mo-B sold me that for 700, was spending money from Dub-RC’s
Smebbin' down Fessenden, feeling like a king
Back when I was finding me, couldn’t find my keys
Locked ‘em in the trunk, underneath a pile of P’s
When Only sent ‘em south and got five apiece
Chuck a deuce up
Watching 'Mandalorian', eating pupusas, from the Salvadorian food truck
Nán sent me the beat looped up
Slide wit’ my team like a luge in 'Cool Runnings' – y’all just had a cool run
Ooh
[Interlude: Illmac & Esem]
Old Sanka, Sanka’s egg head-ass boy
Then take it back like... like Pogs, you feel me?
Yo... (Aye...)
Aye, I never had the Slammer but that shit was lit

[Verse 2: Esem]
I take it back like I ain’t mean what I said
When everybody rocked a pair of J’s, but I had the FILAs instead
Or the all-black K-Swiss, fast forward, now I cop mad ASICS
Tryna front like I’m not that basic
No I ain’t rich, but these days I’m hardly ever broke
I stay lit, carne asada block party wit’ my folks
That A's shit, but some day it’s like I’m on the other coast
‘Cause my playlist skip from Roc Marci to The Strokes
Rapping over loops, you know I dug it if I dug a sound
SoulSeek'ing, like back when we was downloading underground
Running 'round, chasing this cutie, booty was something round
That was back a couple hundred pounds, I ain’t running now
Casually walking into her DMs if I love her style
Like "I ain’t a player, I just look like Big Pun, it’s wild"
Optimistic, so I’m halfway in it if she chuckle loud
But also pessimistic, so the chance is that she doesn’t smile
Fuck it, I’ll keep flirting while surfing my cousin's couch
Eating Chinese, remind me of old commercials for Uncle Chow’s
Or was it Mr. Chau?
Whatever, used to hate being a kid, but I miss it now
They never told me it would be so tough, being the illest out
With no reward for it, like a young Milhouse as a missing child
Champion windbreaker, vintage style
Even if it’s no winter ‘round, rockin' the nostalgia I reminisce about, baby
[Interlude 2: Milc]
Yo, Wolf Side, Load B gang
Ill, what’s happening?
Uh! You know what the fuck it is
Look!
Yo... (Hello!)

[Verse 3: Milc]
Take it back like Exotica, Nautica windbreaker
The whole team blowing through the money like Vin Baker
Rim-shaker, Shawn Kemp, y’all talking nonsense
It’s 33, Hersey Hawkins, they jersey-shopping
She curve me often, I don’t care, money been dirty-talking
Flirty, even Herbie Han' copped, while the Perc 30 blossom
They heard we plottin', a pill-press, an early option
After this run, we gettin' Shirty popping
Blanco, Esem, and Mac – they was stretching the pack
Lidocaine and NoDoz, whatever left in the sack, exit the back
You flexing for who? You next to a rat
You ain’t impressing them hoes, you was pressed for a rack
You sluffin'; Best In The City, better address me as that
My yadna checkin' the trap, while I make a check off these raps
It’s nothing, recovering, with ginger shots and Pedialyte
See me in flight, meteorite, fuck a media site
Avi know I lock the flow, sake got me sloppy though
Separate the Joffrey’s from the Jaffe Jo’s, I’m adiõs
I gotta ghost, we on the road
Running through ya roster, mask on like a DOOM impostor
Way I use the Oxford, I’ma see a offer
Everyone out here–moving awkward
Used to move that boom-shakalaka, smell it through the locker
I’m a beast – Chupacabra
I’ll never see a problem
Fall back and watch the money pile, like leaves in autumn