THE THINKER, THE KNOWER, AND THE DOER

[Verse]
(Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Vintage Versace with the Medusa on the side
Run inside, empty your crib like a mover (Take all that shit!)
Lunatic shooters with more than a couple screws loose, we live (Boaw-boaw, boaw!)
The thinker, the knower and the doer (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
The blick'll blow your medula off your shoulders, death approach sooner
Nobody fuckin' with me and Nack Super, stack loot (Chi-ching!)
Guess who get the last laugh, hands like Zab Judah (Bi-bi-bing!)
Zig-zag manueuvers
Coke white like a yakubian, yap your Cuban (Woo!)
Your afternoon gеt ruined (Ah), absolutions
Tryna make the monеy touch the ceilin', drug dealin', oh, what a feelin' (What a feelin'!)
Oh what a feelin', Moët spillin'
MAC in the villa, I need serveral millions (Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-ching!)
The realest ones no longer livin' (Ya heard?)
God bless the dead, still tryna dodge the system (That's my word!)

[Outro]
Know I mean?
Pot whippin', yeah
Still pot whippin' (Swoo!)
The real ones no longer with us (Know I mean?)
God bless the dead, still tryna dodge the system (God bless the dead!)
Yuh, still pot whippin'