Oh, y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna get that Kendrick in that L.O.X. smoke, huh? Y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna get that locked-in Kendrick smoke? That's that speed, that chain, that Kendrick? Oh, y'all think it's games being played around here, huh? Well, it ain't not. Life is in the air! The damage that we do is severe. The reinvention of the fresh brand new every year. Them bullets hit him in his blood and flesh. Flew in the air. We put that work on commercial. We flew in the air. I hit the bar and the weights, then I'm doing the stands. They say the Lord only knows what I do to my pants. Trying to smoke, sell juice, and pursue my career. So I keep a tight circle and I don't move with the squares. Rock a rugby like Pooble, put two in your ass. If you ain't qualified to kill, you should move to the rim. I'm from Yonkers, had to learn to conquer my fears. In the foreign, had to learn to conquer the gears. It's the kick drum, yeah, it's attached to the snare. I turn the yacht to the back, then I crack your veneers. Niggas stagnated on the block, trapping for wares. I'm in the mansion upstate, out back with the dears. Nigga, nigga. Everybody back up. Man down. Back the *** up. I do you something dirty. You talk to me crazy. I do you something dirty. How I feel lately. I do you something dirty. I wake up the neighbors coming through bright and early. Cartel ties and dope bars. Life is a movie and death is the co-star. Mechanics of the game. Bandits trail foreigns in the lane. If they heard that the driver is getting coke off. We be in the part of the party that gets roped off. Mingle with the plug of the judge or knock them both off. Questions that we asking ourselves, having to smoke off. Spending money that's unaccounted for. If you scared to party with gangsters, what you around us for? We do what we want, my niggas. We get around the Lord. Yeah, it's bubble whips and square links. L.O.X. give respect, nigga, cause fear stinks. Chair at the table. It's the commission. A rare thing. B, come on. It's us, nigga. You hear King. We still smell money in here, Frank. Raps like the dice game, nigga. We about to clamp bank. Everybody back up. Men down. Back the *** up. They'll play with me. I do you something dirty. You talk to me crazy. I do you something dirty. How I feel lately. I do you something dirty. I wake up the neighbors coming through bright and early. This is a L.O.X. Swiss product. If there's ice up in heaven, we know Pick got us. There's love up there, we know Pick got us. L.O.X., my nigga, you don't know *** bout us. Double R, my nigga, you don't know *** bout us. Z-Block, my nigga, you don't know *** bout us. Ask Swiss, he'll tell you we keep it click bout us. God damn it!