All Anglez

[Verse 1: Dikulz]
Time is just money so every second that you wasting is money
You stealing out my pocket
I'm pouncing a profit
You pussies pouting over pennies and producing no penny and products
Yeah, you hard off them drugs until you finally fuck around and get yo arteries plugged
I party with thugs
Don't start it, you don't want no parts of it
Inside the park is where your marks will find your carcass is drugged, listen
Feeling like [bleezer?], run through my veins C-card is my drug
I'm cold and they battle my remarks
Know to turn sharks into pups
Kill em at every angle, I do what ain't able
Understand that's why they call on me
I'm clutches
4th quarter we down 12 no time hurry
I'm Curry give me the ball homie
See, I'm precise when I shoot
My mind's aloof, I put you down so you can die with no shoot
(Why!?)
Why, cause I may go [hooch-as?]
Brainsick and Z wave
We keeping the mind on the loot-less

[Verse 2: Z]
Aye
I squat and I shitted offensive a minute
I pop at the critics like Dikulz go, we off in a minute
We off on suspension
Fire Squad let your mind off beginning
Saliva acidic I'm praying for my goddess's permission so fuck
I don't really care if they don't see em where the air thin
Pockets see my Airbends
I process their skins
Tripping up out my chair when they talk about a Piraña turn into a bear there
Somebody get the meds and stuff and pour it in the air vents
Fuck it we the chairmen
All angles we stall strangles
16s we hairpin
360s their mind's spinning
Swinging talking arrogant
Skipped out on therapy my bitch just wanna hair grip
Strikes, I don't spare shit
The ball roll on air kiss
Top, that's apparent
Competition getting cared again
Music's never severed
Guess I'll fuck it, I'mma tear shit
Fire Squad come at you, come battle we getting dead and sporadic
You can't compare shit, mattock and split the frantic who's napping and that's apparent
They factions are really rapping and actually real embarrassing
(We back)
Whether defying gravity, artillery in the basement talking that I don't care shit
( I don't fucking care man)
These rappers don't know the basics
Business I put my faith in, it's all about conversation
(c'mon man lets go)

[Verse 3: Dikulz & Z]
We get intricate with it to get the interest and be done and take your dividends with it
It's imminent, this independent business infinite get it
No ends and you get the pistol now your sister is finna get with it

[Z]
All of the other rappers garbing they starving we pick apart up a martyr
That's why my art is regardless
They see [my garbing?] I'm artist
I need my parking, they probably just can't afford it
Our profit just need to orbit, c'mon

[Dikulz]
Giving you raps with the price until you ain't got enough and make me curious to call your bluff, huh
Giving that ass and a knife
That motherfucker just wanna take you serious, okay, now give me all your stuff

[Z]
Empty the pockets quickly
Was wolfing like you a pile of punk
Dropping a couple options, no talking, that's why my dollars pump
Walk upon the stage you were mobbing just like a water-gun
They talking trying to soften they options
Bottom bunk

[Dikulz]
So we walk in this bitch with a mug on our face like shit, where the guap?
Call you on the private cop, better just break me out before you wind up on the block they get

[Z]
They starting four
[Drop you was?] broke without basics
Nope, they client perry
This whole, the show blazing
I'm so pass for a play and I'm constantly entertained
Yo fucking up our range
And I'm trying to go saying
(Fuck)