[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that
Yeah, look, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got my ahki on the line (Yo, Sheikh, salaam alaikum)
Talkin' ’bout a philosophical decline (Yeah)
You was dyin' on the vine (You was)
A loyal co-d is impossible to find (It is)
They had to pop you by design (They did)
The prosecution got you in a bind (They does)
They will stop you on a dime (They will)
You doin' 23 and 1, it got you out your mind (You goin’ crazy in the cell)
You eatin' tuna till you vomit (Yeah)
Your bunky tryna tell you it was Juju on the comet (Never trust your bunky)
I was chosen, I was honored (I was)
This Rukana in the heart and it's the Sunnah of Muhammad (Alhamdulillah)
I see an opp, I salivate
America a caliphate (Stewards upon thе earth)
We both movers, wе both eatin'
We both shooters, we both reachin'

[Chorus]
I ground beef, hit the concrete when I shoot
This is like a 105 proof
You should thank God for my rhymes
The most ignorant of all times
I ground beef, hit the concrete when I shoot
This is like a 105 proof
You should thank God for my rhymes
The most ignorant of all times
[Verse 2]
Yeah, y'all emotional as a female (Y'all bitches)
The devil is in the details (Shaitan there)
Muhfuckas sniffin' a ski rail
Besides, we terrorize inside of an email (Terrorize you)
Crew supreme, who is the best?
Two through the vest, guinea shit, Zuppa di Pesce (Oh!)
Doomed to the death, serpents rule, cool as Koresh
I’m the thunderclapper, you starin’ at Zeus in the flesh (You lookin' at him)
Choppa went Camacho (Camacho)
Dr. Zhivago and poppin’ him in his taco (In his taco)
Dinamita sparrin' with Nacho (Boo-boo-boom!)
We smokin' purple, this is Lapacho
Never shit where you eat (Never)
When you scramblin', wearin’ the same shit for a week (C'mon, we out here)
This a 320 Equinox, rip through your beak (Pop-pop-pop!)
We could end your life now, you can live for a week, you fuckin' dummy

[Chorus]
I ground beef, hit the concrete when I shoot (Fuck outta here!)
This is like a 105 proof (Who fuckin' with Pazzy?)
You should thank God for my rhymes (That's the real fuckin' question)
The most ignorant of all times
I ground beef, hit the concrete when I shoot (Who fuckin' with Pazzy?)
This is like a 105 proof (None of y'all)
You should thank God for my rhymes (Y'all know the fuckin' time)
(None of y'all fuckin' with me)
The most ignorant of all times