S.C.L. 2

[Verse 1: Dre Murray]

Penny for my thoughts
I think Lincoln got his back turned
Watch the white smoke rise
Then everybody sit in silence as the black burn
Then they ask what did crack learn
The manufacture's warranty has expired
If they ain't happy with their product then just tell them to ride
And turn the cameras on if they flinch tell them fire
Yea, like who's kids are these
Thats a high contrast I don't know this breed
Guilty before the trial I can't hear them plead
Said they human like us well lets see them bleed
Yea, casualties of curiosity
Aw man what an atrocity
And this type of Philosophy
Has low level velocity
That means the goal ain't in range
And penny got a sprain you can keep your little change
Your two cents ain't relevant
And I don't argue with dogs on my settlement
I owe you nothing no settlement
That settles it

[Hook 1: Selah]

Those the kinda bars they don't talk about
These the kinda bars that I'm talking bout
[And tryna compare Bizzle to a little Wayne
Is comparing a couple dope lines to a brick of caine]

[Hook 2: Kayla Starks]

I'm so high up
There's no coming down
Gravity has no hold on me
Never return

[Verse 2: Selah]

Something bout the bar when it hits right
Solomon's stash where I got it from
Everybody want a deal homey sit tight
Only get a shot when you make it like a one and one
And those the kinda bars they don't talk about
Ain't been about the bars in a long time
The whole rap game prohibition
It ain't been about the bars in a long time
Y'all ain't putting nothing on the fish plate
Too busy eating on the fish cake
Homey you don't wanna carry this weight
Me and Dre earned big homie off of mixtapes
And yea we got the game locked
Everybody talking dough til the heater rise
I know some killers in my city that'll put you in a
Box if your circle triangles like a pizza pie
And I was on the block when the troops came
Wearing two 4's in the coupe mayne
But now I be the illest and the greatest got my steps ordered
Like the black mamba wearing flu games
And now i got a true name
See me in the booth battling a poltergeist
I told blood he ain't gotta 4-5 six
Telling all squares keep it moving like rolling dice
I know my city is mean
Bring God to my city til my city is clean
Christ in my center surrounded by animals
So my life is similar to a nativity scene

[Hook 1:]

Those the kinda bars they don't talk about
These the kind of bars that I'm talking bout
[And that dope it'll combat what the block pitching'
I guess only time will tell like the clock snitchin]