[Verse 1] (Jay Young)
No lights, dark corners, my life just hasn't been the same
Since my dad left my momma and me to live through the pain
No money, mo problems, this ain't what Biggie said to me
When he told me more money equals the more problems we see
I'm in a sinkhole, but I'm not in Florida
I'm just a spectacled specter walking through life's corridors
I'm tryna bring down the roof of the booth
With rhymes and lines that will nurture and quench the fruit of the youth
I'm building libraries with these bars
The lil homie Chava with me, he a future star
Swaf Gang, kill them all, we don't give a fuck
We the alphas in the savannah, we don't deal with cubs
I ain't your typical, pitiful individual
Who's only out here making cheese off these digital syllables
So if I rob you, I don't lose no sleep
Grinding hard, getting deep as trenches in the Philippines 

[Hook] (Rick Ross)
I'm Berry Gordy to the streets
With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
Royal blood, hundred acres each to live on
Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf

[Verse 2] (Chava)
It's been a few years, but she gon ever forgot it
With this music, I applaudin' this fuckin' rap attack
Bitches tryna give me hugs, niggas tryna give me dap
Little nigga pastor, oh you can't tell me nothin'
All a sudden, I got [?] and cousins
Cuz they heard that I'm doing something with my life
So I rap and record it, then I put it on the mic
And I'm grinding every night, got a grip like Dolemite, DAMN!
Shit, Chava 'bout to spaz
The way that I spat, you should take me off the map
I'll pop your top, like a Snapple cap
I ain't with the battle rap
Yo, it's my ambition to make your division
For my ambition to make it a livin', I'm
Spittin the sickest, quickest, with the writtens
So quit the bitchin', say Jay and Chava did it

[Hook] (Rick Ross)
I'm Berry Gordy to the streets
With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
Royal blood, hundred acres each to live on
Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf