P Doc- Told them put it on my gravestone Keep my head high, but I'm laying low My hustle hard, as the day long They said it wouldn't work but what do they know? What do they know, what do they know They said it wouldn't work but what do they know My hustle hard as the day long They said it wouldn't work but what do they know Whiteboy Scummy- I ain't even eaten yet I'm like yo Doc let's record a joint He hit me back and said fuck that let's do it for the boys Roll it up, take one, take two, take shots, why we always score the points Done this since Dougie, done this since jammies, done this since button-up Corduroys Wow, guess he really mean business Drake on him like Meek Milly Don't look at my phone, gotta E-mail it If I even care I gotta see digits Least three times last week Found myself again, doubted all my skills Counted all my sins, drowned them all in Gin Locked myself away, bounce the ball I'm on again Fall or Spring or any weather can't stop me from go getting I'm only getting better This for substance the public an open letter gonna run it up run it up for the brethren robitussen, gun talk, made photogenic bitches slut walk Over money lost some friends, I had to cut them off, fuck them good luck to y'all P Doc- Told them put it on my gravestone Keep my head high, but I'm laying low My hustle hard, as the day long They said it wouldn't work but what do they know? What do they know, what do they know They said it wouldn't work but what do they know My hustle hard as the day long They said it wouldn't work but what do they know P Doc- Get it I get it I put it down, been here so long I don't feel it now Only mission is to settle down, I'ma get it like we running out Feeling myself and I switch up my style so fast you don't know who you're dealing with I got ambitions of riding these brand new Mercedes right out of the dealership Templates, like to switch them up, free style smoking in the cut AC pumping and the windows up, but I'm hot as fuck like a coffee cup Eyes closed but I been focused on my Ben Franklins and these bank statements and these winning battles for this entertainment industry can suck it I just need my payment I just need my payment

Whiteboy Scummy- Could I uh, get a little bit more of everything? Turn it up in the, ouu that's better that's it right there Ight man, I should put out a book. Called How To Rap For Dummies, Section A, part one look Whiteboy Scummy- Welcome to my temple, watch how you enter You're stepping on eggshells, what's your intent? My mindset is temper-mental I need my thousands, I'm after K's, like LMNO And on my P's and Q's with a pen and pencil Honey bend low slow, like more normal tempo Send her home, see my ends crescendo Raw hands on these bars like cell doors, hell froze Here comes the rain, sleet, hail, snow So raise them elbows, the power of my craft Rhymes written time's ticking flip your hour glass Your hundred mile an hour dial is running out of gas I'll be whipping past, faster than a Kyle Lowry pass Proudly brag, yeah I'm earning stripes burning mics Strike, bite like the serpent type You wan be like him? Try the merchandise 'fore you try the mic, because rocking this thing wrong, is not alright Whiteboy Scummy & P Doc- This one for the demons in my closet This one for my haters keep a knocking This one for the Chevy that I hopped in Backs that I bust and this weed in my pocket This one for the demons in my closet This one for my haters keep a knocking This one for the Chevy that I hopped in Backs that I bust and this weed in my pocket P Doc- Everyone you hang with a known long-talker Y'all rappers Han Solo I'm Luke Skywalker Meet the reaper, stoned off that home-grown Walk into your party leave it smelling like reefer Keef in the joint got you seeing stars I don't maintain, I adapt and I lead the charge Clear the yard, I'm mopping up the competition Feel the bars, hit you in your upper temple Sacks of Indica in my jean jacket Four pre-rolls, I'll never break the habit You was a rabbit, treading in my territory I am a wolf, I bet that you could end the story Fredex on the beat so you know it slaps Scummy in the booth while I'm rolling gas Everywhere I go is a photoshoot Hooligang, 705, you know what it do Whiteboy Scummy & P Doc- This one for the demons in my closet This one for my haters keep a knocking This one for the Chevy that I hopped in Backs that I bust and this weed in my pocket This one for the demons in my closet This one for my haters keep a knocking This one for the Chevy that I hopped in Backs that I bust and this weed in my pocket

P Doc- She snort a half of white girl then she sucked my dick When I nutted in her mouth I almost hit the ditch 705, baby I was raised with fists Flying 'round my head for some dumb shit I done went and did Raised proper, bikini line slapper She a nasty bitch, she into poppers and getting shockers I could never stop her she always coming down off a high Like she Mary Poppins always wear a rubber if you clock her listen I'm on my Lil Wayne when he dropped the Carter Just hit the barber got me a fade but I ain't Vince Carter Me without a pound like my girl without a phone charger Y'all are just jacking the stock, I am a grown monstor Fe, fi, fo, fum stopping on you rappers White kids that ain't ever touch coke, or want to be trappers I ain't ever want to be broke, so I'ma beam after every emcee in my area 'til the Reap grab you Bastards Whiteboy Scummy- I'm the Top rhyming, crush your starting line-up Your wifey's favourite white man My wind up strike like lightning There ain't no use in fighting back I'll twist your spine to crack I'm the nicest cat to drop since Michael Jackson popped, try me Jack Please, I'm horny like a viking's hat I lay the piping flat turn Blac Chyna 'round, that's Chyna Blac These rappers rushing like the final lap I take my time 'til I'm behind their backs pull out the rifle, snipe the pack Work smart not hard I only sell to the sellers Fuck what you tell to your fellas I'm Melle Mel with the letters That's dope, alphabetically better than any trend setter Transcending probably bending dimensions with this message I'm sending So many contenders to beat, feel like Fight Club At the night club, I switch them out like light bulbs My price Puff, plus I'm looking like daddy The freak nasty, all these hoes that wouldn't have me got they pussy splashing Bastards

Whiteboy Scummy- And I ain't want to kick it with the buckets Mossing toques down all rugged It happened in a small town called Sutton Hop the YRT, Dalton Road, hit the button And I ain't want to kick it with the buckets Mossing toques down all rugged It happened in a small town called Sutton Hop the YRT, Dalton Road, hit the button P Doc- The bungalow stash spot The first time I seen my friends mom smoke Crack rock Was out on the back porch As teenagers I would get home and call the homies over Never let a stranger inside, we got to hold it close Because rappers they jealous and loud, and I ain't having that He tried to bring his friends to my house and they all met the bat Outta the park, no Barry Bonds After hitting rims, hit the windshield, cue the car alarm 705 on my arm and wrist Too much Hennessy in my stomach I gotta take a piss Fuck an enemy, if anything they gon' make me rich Still got her gagging while I weigh the dime bag up Shorty waist-line thinner than this bass line From the free-base as she's chalking up her face I'm Cruising Baseline with a dutchie and a drink Going at the same time, 705, we ain't the same, agh! Whiteboy Scummy- And I ain't want to kick it with the buckets Mossing toques down all rugged It happened in a small town called Sutton Hop the YRT, Dalton Road, hit the button And I ain't want to kick it with the buckets Mossing toques down all rugged It happened in a small town called Sutton Hop the YRT, Dalton Road, hit the button Whiteboy Scummy- Under the light at the bodega Writing novellas full flavour, bend words, fold paper So my four four don't get me my four figures I ain't cold killing, young buck body with the mental of an old singer Trombone blowing bee bop Sneaks Reebok, keeps me locked On top of the concrete side-walk, convicts side-talk Enough to make me wet the place than fire alarms Slim thick mind strong, the countrian rough-neck The hit you with one tech, behold the bloodshed The get a bitch cunt spread, up in a truck bed And have her vagina crying rivers from sunrise to sunset One less problem on my mind I got too many vices and don't got enough time To organize my wrongs and rights who's cold as polar ice I roll the dice we cruising like Florida Georgia Line Solar shine, what the sun do You don't really think you looking tough in that jump suit? What you want dude, runner tried to front I made him run jewels Then I hit his bitch like the movie trailers, coming soon Whiteboy Scummy- And I ain't want to kick it with the buckets Mossing toques down all rugged It happened in a small town called Sutton Hop the YRT, Dalton Road, hit the button And I ain't want to kick it with the buckets Mossing toques down all rugged It happened in a small town called Sutton Hop the YRT, Dalton Road, hit the button

P Doc- What it is, what it Someone do the dishes I'ma fuck all your bitches Oh ya oh ya Smoke all the weed that you want to bitches P Doc- Yeah, around the world like a satellite I'm high grade don't pass that hermaphrodite I'm sick, like I drank 12 Miller Lite Took five perks and overdosed on that dirty Sprite Whiteboy Scummy- It only take a second to smell the roses I'll probably stop rocking when Hell is frozen Well spoken, drip like the well is broken My melon ain't straight I overdosed on Melatonin P Doc- I'm that feeling when you crack your first cold one open or the feeling when a model bitches titties showing Anything we drop they gon' eat it up Like its Ruth's Chris, stakes is high but we need a buck Whiteboy Scummy- Higher powers let me know the divine around us I kill the free lines, I feel like Kyle Lowry Backwoods, Frontwoods stuffed with Sour Saudi Shock value high enough to cause a power outage P Doc- You rappers couldn't navigate a corn maze Let alone this rap shit, you soft as a Sorbet Listen, I forgot what your whore's name was the minute when I dropped her off at your porch, aye Whiteboy Scummy- What the bitch name was, I don't know I call her headache I'ma text up Tylenol Vomanos, out of those, like my spliffy always on the roll Pull up to the beach and slap some asses with that Coppertone P Doc- I nutted in her mouth and almost hit the ditch I could still smell the pussy when I hit the swish I'm cold, like I turned off the furnace switch She blowing up my DM's, I had to curve the bitch Whiteboy Scummy- Murder this fly shit call it turbulence Dirty bitch don't know which hole I should insert it in Told her to consider yourself lucky as courtesy Hit it from the back and I smashed it like Hercules