Hit the light and niggas scatter like some roaches
Like clubmix parties at the end, see who the brokest
Knew I was special since doodles on peechee folders
To college rule paper, more lines to bring colder
Weather to LOS ANGELES, we know it never rains
On my Tony Toni Tone
To Jeromey Romey Rome
Playa from the Himalayas, pink salt on you hoes
Rapper etiquette and diet got cleaner, I need a rolls
royce or a regal - king shit never feeble - babyseat in the backseat catfishin on ChristianMingle - like meet God
Come and get yo blessing, won’t he do it
I speak the language fluent
(E$CRO)
She said you selfish
Then shook the pelvis like Elvis
I couldn’t help it
I had to hit the shell fish
Then hit the L for the wellness
Regardless Leimert Park
Niggas was the hardest
And plus we all had the Starters
Up at Audobon
Them Vince Carters at the Comicon
Back to Ramadan
Whipn drama since a Larva
Been tryna duck the squad car
Been tryna duck the Karma
Bump Debarge out the car
Smokn star dust
Mi make mi wish Pon di star
Let mi phone charge up
Then chuck the Farve up

Chorus:
These days, the evil army always lurkin
These days, and many lost with no purpose
These days, you think the world gon mad right?
These days, the whole earth is what my turf is
Fuck bitches, luchini
More veggies, linguini
Drink water (right)
Drink water (right)
Drink water (right)
‘Cause muhfuckas be thirsty

Verse 2 (Thurz):
Had a Destiny before y’all had opinions
Before Destiny got pregnant and had children
Before the doors closed, the lights out, the eggs are coolin, and that butter gettin hard and that jello is fridge jigglin
And Chick Hearn left the building
Before Ralph Tresvant was sensitive in all of his feelings
You was prolly sleep on my last record
And now I barbecue sheep, i guess I’m sorta like a bad shepherd
But Equal opportunity for wolves in disguise
Riding thru a red hood like my what big eyes
I seen Everything in mind
Ain’t no surprise
Jesus saves and I spend minutes to kill every time
(E$CRO)
Looking for another route though
Gweneth Paltro singing Alto
On the outro with Alpo
Checking Indians for scalps though
In the Alps with the scalpel
Catching Falcons
Bucking animals for thousands
Who brought the loud in
The Gold Child
W/ the snow plow
At the showdown
Pumpn pronouns
Hit the slopes with the 4 pound
On the low down
Hold the snow cones
By the ozone
Float the speed boats to get the C-notes
Casino

Chorus:
These days, the evil army always lurkin
These days, and many lost with no purpose
These days, you think the world gon mad right?
These days, the whole earth is what my turf is
Fuck bitches, luchini
More veggies, linguini
Drink water (right)
Drink water (right)
Drink water (right)
‘Cause muhfuckas be thirsty