Potatoes

[Hook]
Like one sitting in a love seat
Life is lonely and incomplete
Like one sitting in a love seat
Life is lonely and incomplete

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]
Yeah, this rough rap’s a hub cat
In my attire, I pop off, with a better handle than hot sauce
I get them clipped like a mob boss, the rap villain
I get it cracking with a 5th of Henny black chillin
I get in action when I sprinkle in the back feeling
And get a match and light it up and make a rap killing
I’m back dealing
A daily dose of the dope that they crave the most
I’m that different
Something new
I’m the vision you see when you're coming to
I’m the obstacle you dream of running through
Can’t do it, we fuck up cruise and toast booze
So I hold the fort like a couch potato with a house full of yayo
Protect my dope at all costs
The price of your doubt is fatal

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Torae]
My raps wrap rappers the fuck up and set off rage
And it's all rapid fire, y’all just lit off strays
Spit bodies, spit homilies, shit I spit off stage
This the realest shit your iPod said all day
Who said my name?
Address me as one of the best
And if you said it sideways, you'll get one in your chest
I’m a homicidal nigga with verses spitting and written in hearses
You play my shit in reverse and you'll hear who I worship
The god of the bars, be it new jack or veteran
Only my niggas is niggas that I ain't better than
My late nights got the hype of David Letterman
While you guys still hide in the same closet they sexed you in
All I ever been is just what you get
They ask how I feel to big, I tell them question my dick
I’m the answer and the problem if the question is this:
Who the nicest motherfucker to spit? it’s Torae, nigga

[Hook]