[Sample]: Please where have you gone? Won't you please bring your fine self home? Bring your fine self home

[Verse 1: Method Man]
We ain’t nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
This is what it's come to, I ain't scared to die
You gets ones? I gets ones too
Call it how you want to, just know that when I come through
All I want is mines
On this track, all I want is rhymes
Air it out, Air Jordan in his prime
Or should I keep it humble?
Silverback gorilla in the jungle
Or do it like the Sun do
All I do is shine
Like a clock or a convict, all I know is time
Drop some coke in my notebook, like all I know is lines 16's with no hook, every pass is no look
Real talk, I'm no crook
But all I know is crime
Meth Man, I still got it
And I don't care how many times you recycle a rhyme It's still garbage (Trash)
This ain't a threat, this a real promise
And I ain't father them twins I keep it real modest

[Verse 2: Termanology]
Ayo live from the drug spot
Middle finger to your face if you love cops
We makin' these drug plots
Go ahead pussy go and say my name
Two M's over your head like a Maybach chain (M-M-Maybach Music)
And the M is for millimeter rap jeeter
Pack heater chop a key up wit' your boy
Kick [?] serious Whip game serious
You serious as Iggy Azalea as a lyricist
I'm just here savin' this rap shit
I'm 'bout to dig Pac back up out of the casket
Thug life, bandana wipin' the finger prints
Gun so big I gotta hide it in the pyramids
My [?] drive filled with hella high ladies takin' jello shots til they drop
Drivin' round bumpin' that new shit Term Meth Deadeye [?]
[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
The love gone cause the hate strong welcome to hell
You can wild for the night just don't step for my 12's
Test Deck best request help
You know that ass whoopin' comin' like momma said to fetch the belt
I'm ghost pepper that's spicy hot
I do it for life, you do it for the likes from an IG thot
Like it or not, my price not likely to drop
Talk cash I'm at the buzzer like a Kyrie shot
You know the name, my dope tracks give em swollen veins
Super bowling green bay this is cold gain
The code is the same, the bullets got no name
Drug plots low down and dirty but there's no shame
We gon' make it or take it you just face it, embrace it
I'm the favorite it's basic
Cradle to the grave wit' it lay wit' it like it's my main bitch
Everyday claimin' the same shit