The Book of Huff

[Verse 1: NxG]
I'm on my RIP Van Winkle shit
Back in my old hood, but everything was different
Trundle through the forest and shoot the shit with a chorus
I haven't seen Gladys in a minute
But Huff Gang is going up
We the clique you run from when push comes to shove
Had a show on Sunday so I tried to give a fuck
But lost it in a chick on my way to the damn club
And we killed that shit, now we adding to the roster
Welcome Ex Monk to the squad he the top notch
And only slobbing on his nob his the cream of the crop
That's Huff Fanatics and they drop when we tell them
Beluga Boys swimming in the beast's belly seldom sans blessings
If you find us at the barrel bottom crawling, know it’s Huff Gang

[Verse 2: Pick]
Ooooo, long blades, I gotta mow the lawn
Long days, where my youth gone
I saw your cousin yesterday
Lookin' all green like a snake, but I forgot his name
Paid $80 dollars to look homeless
Google my name and I’ll buy you a fuckin' Chromebook
I tongue kiss her and speak in tongues, the speakers on
When I end a verse, I’m walking off the speech is done
Are you proud of me? Probably, I’m so self absorbed
I’m smoking leaves off my family tree, don’t pander me
Paddlin' in the stream of conscious never dockin' it
Takin trips, Spakin' it, throwin' down with my opposite
Your rhymes obsolete, IBM flow
Lookin' through an Ivy lens so
Technically, I got a tech in my dresser
You a pest if you pessimistic, don’t listen just bless up