[Verse 1: Pep Love]
(Silly, really--) lab rats
Trying to get them cash stacks
Pass the doobie, but first ask that
Blast off to astronomical space, when they turn up the bass
Baby ass go round and round
She been eating her greens
I've been getting my green
There's a space in her waist I've been tryna fit in between
No disrespect shown or seen
But these step infected niggas tryna clone the king
And they cling where my nuts swing
Usurpers of the throne will remain unseen
When I'm on the microphone my style is a smile
Shining while you hoes whining and cosigning
I'm wild and versatile
Your defeat is irreversible
I rehearse a flow to curse a foe and throw the first blow
The funk is immersed in soul
The rhythm take form then we take control

[Hook: Opio]
Free your mind, your ass will follow
Calculate, don't doubt the great
Cause I'm out to take the crown from fakes
And pound 'em silly
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