BLIMES:
I’m going in like a bad looking sentence
I’m back with a vengeance
I bat for the fences
In my bag in her benz
You just back in her mentions
I’m great with follow though
I’m bad with intentions
So if i set ‘em now bout grab me the mansion
The vision is expansive
The living is enhancing
Blonde little bitch with the rhythm like hanson
Chasewith kit on the river i’m dancing
Flow like gold
Got the soul you could sample
That’s the the sorta thing they don’t make an implant for
Break bread with the fam Tony Soprano
Gold on the trophy
Put the sculpture on the mantle -
We business baby
In a world full of vandals
They’ll mark up your spot soon as they get a chance to
We don’t even speak or say a peep
No scandals
We don’t even speak or say a peep
Til it’s handled

CHASE:
Blimes with the Buffalos
Sliding like I run to home
Comes to gettin chicken
Then I fry it by the bucket load
For when the times was dire with the money slow
Victory is sweet and it reminds me of some honeycomb
I'm in Satrieli’s slicing up the Gabagool
Death before dishonor,
Living life by the common rule
I used to sniff white,
Lining up the rocket fuel
Had to switch sides when I was lying in a vomit pool
So who the fuck you guys talking to?
You thinkin' shit is funny like it's comic view
Lighting up the chronic fumes,
Guile with the sonic boom
I'm at the record label, setting fire to the conference room
This is something that you listen and believing in
They had to let me cook,
First I'm sprinkling the seasoning
I serve it to ‘em hot off the stove
This a family, we follow the code Whoa

FREDO:
Hey, uh,
A fireball that's thrown from a McGuire’s arm
One swing will leave the mask of the umpire gone
First round draft pick, lottery called
The OG Sean Connery Bond
You cannot see or copy
The mach speed the posse is on,
No credit card fee is stopping the charge,
This is quality over quantity
And it gotta be large,
Or else the statue is not of me dog
Who you wanna be, God?
Finna see angels in our fathers
This ain't the same Fredo off the Godfather
Drill work guillotine verse split you
Killing machine
Wolverine first issue
Stupid high
I get really blitzed
Till to me it's on some do or die
I be killin' shit
Trash ass writers get brutalized by my penmanship
Backdraft fire choose a side you can end up hit
It's the dubs