 This ain't one, no side tics. Whether it's homicide or the bob whips. Sippin' the dry white out of goblets. Killin' the pey homins. I teach the hard knocks to play college. Say what's beneficial will remain solid. We wait violent. We land sharks, hit a slate poppin'. Well orchestrated on the gang riot. And it's being fired. With all cameras on the sling wire. Yo, we on the border to line. While I'm flippin' the quarter in order to torture your mind. Pullin' off in the quarter to nine. In order to rhyme, we on the grind. While I'm turnin' water to wine.