[Intro: Issa Gold & Erick the Architect]
You know the fuckin' vibes
You know the fuckin' vibes, n***a
We smokin' dope with Joey, shit
N***a, you know the fucking vibes, pussy
Spliff vibes, yeah, I mean
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout my n***as?
You see the fuckin' vibes, man
We got boats out here, man (Yeah)
You see the fuckin' vibes, man (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]
Only rapper makin' beats since seventeen, my n***a
They thought FBZ was just Juice and Meech, my n***a
Never did it hurt my soul or self-esteem, my n***a
But that shit weak, my n***a, they still sleep, my n***a
Even from a wheelchair I rap with such ease, my n***a
Way better than rappers standin' on two feet, my n***a
Surgery right after tour, I feel elite, my n***a
Now I'm right back with the squad I'll never leave, my n***a
World tour, how we payin', while you leasin' my n***a?
Copped the crib before a chain, but I had reason, my n***a
Ain't no tattoos on my frame but my mark leaving, my n***a
You never see me, my n***a, my whole team is my n***as
Treatin' me like 222 has been my number, my n***a
That's two albums, self-produced, and yet they wonder, my n***a
Billboard toppin', independent, we still under, my n***a
You know my body, we just vibin' on the grind with my n***as
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Anybody want smoke? We got it (No-oh)
But if it's smoke from beef, you won't know who shot it (No-oh)
You know the vibes in this bitch, nobody tries to come hit
God figures (God figures), my n***as (My n***as)

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
You know the vibes, I'm a motherfuckin' king my n***a
Hate all you want, you never be me, my n***a
Woke up feelin' blessed 'cause I'm me, my n***a
Team supreme and the flow is just elite, my n***a
Smoked every strain before it hit the streets my n***a
Hair dyed before the SoundCloud scene my n***a
Before you blink, my n***a, I'm overseas, my n***a
And bitches fucked with me when I ain't have a thing, my n***a
These rappers lucky, better stay up in your lane, my n***a
Zombie Gang, my n***a, helped change the game, my n***a
Brought the flame when n***as hate it, our name got bigger
Independent, you chasin' checks and the fame, my n***a
Better yet, you chasin' bitches, you lame, my n***a
Hit up Eliantte, watch my diamonds sing, my n***a
From the 'Bush, made it out, do my thing, my n***a
No father, taught myself the motherfuckin' game, my n***a

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Anybody want smoke? We got it (No-oh)
But if it's smoke from beef, you won't know who shot it (No-oh)
You know the vibes in this bitch, nobody tries to come hit
God figures (God figures), my n***as (My n***as)
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
Look at us, we over here on album three, my n***a
Remember when this shit was just a dream, my n***a
They ain't believe, my n***a
They probably thought that shit wouldn't last a week, my n***a
Last laugh, ha-ha, I'm fuckin' weak, my n***a
Still here, seven years fuckin' deep, my n***a
Used to sell these t-shirts on the street, my n***a
Same tees, my n***a, made me a quarter milli' last week, my n***a
Remember me? My team supreme, my n***a
She 5'5", but her throat 6'3", my n***a
Don't see me for Xannies or that lean, my n***a
'Cause every night she fuck me to sleep, my n***a
Paranoia started fuckin' with my Z's, my n***a
This shit is deep, my n***a
To the point where I don't trust me, my n***a
Black magic, my speeches part seas, my n***a
Black casket, go ahead and sleep, my n***a
Count sheep, my n***a
Now you're six feet deep, my n***a
Never was my n***a, n***a

[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
Carry the piece, my n***a, I'm finna release, my n***a
Because these social-media murderers talkin' beef, my n***a
I'm a beast, my n***a, I'm 'bout to teach my n***as
Through my anonymous link, I show up on your street my n***a
I'd rather be on herb, oil, and kief, my n***a
Than comin' off the throne tryna defeat my n***as
I'm a chief, my n***a, I can help you eat my n***a
So why when it come to me you scammin', plannin' deceit, my n***a? (Come on)
They comin' for me because I'm the one gettin' the dough (Fly spitter)
They actin' like back in the day I ain't used to be poor (Why bitter?)
So if they ever come up to me and trip on my show (My trigger)
Then let it blow (Die quicker), they're gonna know (My n***a)
Computer bangin' and shit, yo that's wuss, my n***a
Do that, but never ever come where crack's cooked, my n***a
You that shook my n***a, in fact, look my n***a
The gat pushed, stack kush with Flatbush, my n***a
[Outro: Tech N9ne]
Anybody want smoke? We got it