And I quote, we came like them niggas in boats
Still think it's a joke, your third eye vision is broke
We lifted from smoke and floating, that's how I got my aura open
Check the horoscopes, though; you could say I'm horror scoping
You catch me floating on a four-leaf clover
That's the pot of gold so we sonning them like Maury Povich
We gone need paternity tests I guess
Cause them vets ain't learning it step-by-step
It's Beast Coast, we the murderous set
We raining fire, and I don't mean the burners and techs
You gotta love it, all 47 of us
You ain't got a number, then I guess we gotta get you covered
I'm connecting to my brethren with the
West side connection cause he say he got the best there
We got the birds like 2-4-7
So I'm a hit you back in a second, cause we already