Intro: Smoke DZA 
You doin' wrong by your people, man 
Told Trig you should cut his ass 
Yeah, uh 

Verse 1: Smoke DZA 
Stay on?point,?hope you cover?your hand 
I don't question the unknowns,?it was all in the plans 
Niggas' morals be fucked up, they blamin' the Xans 
You told on a nigga who told on a nigga who told on your mans 
Whole lot of finger pointin', bunch of Uncle Sams 
Four of you niggas and you couldn't cop a 100 grams 
My man had to butter, tan 
Back in the happy days, back in the varsity, the Richie Cunningham 
I hear the gossip, if huddles could kill 
I keep it classy, they don't want my rebuttals for real 
You know the kid got diamond in reach, palmin' the beat 
Break this whole box down, make sure all of us eat 
You a scumbag, lyin' to your peeps, lyin' to me 
Four sealers in the spot, we ain't been shoppin' in weeks 
Your pop still a busta, he just cop on the sneak 
Reportin' live from the streets, fly as can be 

Chorus: Smoke DZA 
Yeah, thank God for drug rap 
Met a new transpo to bring the bud back 
Got it covered from all angles 
My pet peeve is all singles 
Thank God for drug rap 
Met a new plug, better number on dub packs 
Got it covered from all angles 
My pet peeve is all singles 

Verse 2: Benny The Butcher
It don't get more official than Benny
Where I'm from, they call you an OG if you lived through your twenties
The trap was slow, me and bro, I had to sit in there with him
Did the dirty work, they came and copped with nickles and pennies
Uh, the plug sent him if you gettin' a fifty
Anything less than that, he only get him the .50
I trapped out the Monte Carlo, had to dip through the city
Now my ego way too big to fit in the Bentley
Tied with the Gs, that's how I kept my rep
I'm gettin' checks, now check, show these niggas how to hustle step by step
The price double when it left my steps
My young bitch too much for me, I fuck her and gotta catch my breath
And all this Fendi shit, F by F
I got it out the mud 'cause every pack that I catch, I stretch
Just 'cause you broke, don't mean you ready for this cake
So bow your head and give thanks for the resi' on the plate, ah

Chorus: Smoke DZA
Yeah, thank God for drug rap
Met a new transpo to bring the bud back
Got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles
Thank God for drug rap
Met a new plug, better number on dub packs
Got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles