con, con herre, reppin one the microphone
paperboys here, reppin one the microphone
double A coming through, we were slightly gone
critical, vegabond keep it tight for y'all

(Vinni)
yo i know i'm hopeless i was high when i wrote this
so focus, i don't wanna die with the dopeness
i lie staring at the sky by the pochers
buenas noches, see the pies that approach us
stockbrokes knocking cockroaches
we dot the posters, the top postmokers
leaving the beer coz i ain't leaving this chair