I Don't Believe You (feat. Khodi Glacier)

I don't believe you, we the chosen people Me and Khodi lethal, spit that dope cerebral Flows, etcetera Lyrical upheaval, on the easel rest my notebook If we spoke it then you know it's facts That's data in my codex, nigga I don't believe you, we the chosen people Me and Khodi lethal, spit that dope cerebral Flows, etcetera Lyrical upheaval, on the easel rest my notebook If we spoke it then you know it's facts That's data in my codex, nigga How you the coldest nigga? We been takin over nigga They can't compete, they swisher sweet Roll over niggas Across my shoulder rest the polo stitches They get defensive when I come around they bitches Start to act suspicious Conditions objective, positions reflect it Look like the smokin section when I test methods Verbal weapon musket catch 'em Mustard dressin, Heinz 57, nigga Provide the answers for the questions Lift the mic up to my level, spit exceptional We still need a land of our own, fruits, vegetables I'm skeptical if ever I hear niggas say we ain't the dopest Slank, I focus most my time in making moments last in perpetuity Quit that tomfoolery, it's bad for you Them delusions is illusory, a sad story I spit the allegories like my ancestors did before me did Hit like Tony Gwynn when I start honin in, they need to quit I don't believe you, we the chosen people Me and Khodi lethal, spit that dope cerebral Flows, etcetera Lyrical upheaval, on the easel rest my notebook If we spoke it then you know it's facts That's data in my codex, nigga I don't believe you, we the chosen people Me and Khodi lethal, spit that dope cerebral Flows, etcetera Lyrical upheaval, on the easel rest my notebook If we spoke it then you know it's facts That's data in my codex, nigga Khodi, G The most, rapid followers Still gon' load the hollows up Got it but still ain't got enough I'm posted poppin' bottles up, handsome man I could take the whip and pick the models up Gotta go get your dollars up Pillow talkin' amongst your chick Like you can't call me up That's that shit that make me come bushes Then get rowdied up I'm rowdied up, he just want some clout That shit be clown as fuck I'm bouta send him back to his maker Back to the cloud he from But enough with all that, it's time to wrap this up Me and Slank been on our grind We just been stackin' up We stackin' up, we call the producer He boom-bap as fuck Then we call up the engineer And then he tracked it up Every time I get in this booth I just start actin' up Y'all fucking tripping y'all think I ain't fully focused The safe codes get decoded The maps been unfolded From where it ain't safe, it ain't safe it ain't cozy It ain't safe it ain't cozy, who y'all foolin