[Verse 1: Grand Cee]
First place...
I'm doing this sh*t, so microphones can be ripped
One of the Mic League's elite
Lot of you pop n*ggas
Yeah it's hard to stay afloat
f*cking with the Lab Techs is even worse for your health
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: ]
This ain't the tree life
We ain't a rap group
Extension of the Lord's word
[Verse 3: ]
Spit athletically trained game
I spit till your whole staff is ashy
And I ain't the type
Ya'll done put the pressure on
What you gon do when the camera's on you?
[Verse 4: ]
Frail n*ggas getting lost inside a couch crack
So modest we record with the lights off
They done did it dawg