420
Foca a model pose, foca your fashion
Deureoun I badagesseodo ttae an tan yeojeonghwa passion
No swag shit, classic pen and pad-ye rap shit
Sipnyeonganye chaejikkjiri mandeun true class shit
Nuguna seworye noyejiman nae mentareun django
Neul sipnyeon jeon nae moseub
Mic hanamyeon baegopado nonggugong jwin project boy gatji
Hyeonsiri binteoulteorieodo kummeun jo dan wi, motafoca
Foca these hatin' bitches, nae ipman apa
Yeogi yeogikkaji neaga nae yuuihan partner
Top dawg ever siince I've been in the game
Killa k, nal da gyeongjaehae, cause I do this shit so proper
Inwijeogin gesture, cham eokjiseureopne
Nunbit yeongihagi jeone gibon yeonseupbuteo hae
You ain't say shit, you just talk shit
Gugeochaek geuman ilgeo, I'm your fuckin problem, you do the math
Sunseodaero ilbuteo pal, gusip
I'mma rip all ya mc young guns, newbies, rookies
Neol wonjeonhi jjijeo in two piece
Rupiga dwel su eobsseo neon, let me v weep ya bitches
Kkomadeul mind kkeum jeobeo heureumi kkaejigi jeoni I chingudeul boni haengbokhae
Nae rap, infinity, pyeongsaeng meokgeo ssalgeo gata
Nae apnal wihae geonbae igeon ni seonsaeng seonbae yankie I'm so so fly
Neon geunyang naegen meonji don't ever fockin try
Just made 5 hunnit grand a year
Now money ain't a thang for me
Ijen bomnari dwaenne, neul jippeorideun jeo ttaengbyeottchi
Yeongwonhan geon eobtdaejiman boyeojulge, naega jwaega dwel ttaekaji jikyeogal nae kkume daehan daetga
Dream chaser gettin paper vendetta for ya foca rappers
Naekineundaero haedo always been better
1Llionaire songarak segae, finger foca'em bitches
Bitchine, deo balgeun bitchi, on the road to the riches
On the road to the riches, foca y'all bitches!
Your masturbation ain't gon change your matter of vision
Man in wisdom asking better reason for livin'
You tell me what you listen, what you clearly mission'
Speak what your dissin', and what do you really wishin'
Obvious decision shows that the fuck is predicted
Your dick is falling out, but u still be bitchin'
Speak out all loud, what u been talkin' about
Truth callin' out, it's your wordplay, no doubt
When korea had the rap beef I trought it was cute
Cause I've been cookin' k-barbeque since I was like two
If kendrick is the king of new york and new york cats sound like houston
Then some rappers in seoul sound like dr. Seuss's
No offense, you know all of y'all are true friends
But I don't give a fuck about your pictures with your new benz
Talkin' bout trill shit? Let's take a field trip
I'll take you where they kill and deal shit, that's some real shit
Neo nareul mamkkeot, sshibeosseo samkyeo nae rap-eun anisakis
Sarasseo nwekkaji galge
Ajikkajido banpaltiya
Imi gutge datchin mun yeollyeora chamkkae
Ni gasseo meorang neomu dalma ppaeda badagasseo
Ttak bwado gajok gatae
Umureoun beoseonanni? Ni rap-eun yangseoryeo
Nuga bwado neoneun gae geurinikka
As it's been written in your history books
Only the great minds get hate by
Blood suckin' low lives, no diss to be took to the heart
This is eight by, they wished to be booked to be a part
But fuck your fake pride, you bitches are shook, you's a mark
And better tamed, clever names of mislead misread false antics
The game is forever changed, respect that
Sever brains from heads that never change
Never slaves only kings, no stress from setbacks
Rap motamyeon jugil nomim goshipane gireum bueonoheulkka?
Jot gateun saekkideul, kollinenun ddaero baeteo
Geurae, jirudeun jorudeun jugeodo ssa
'Come' manhago back haetdeon gugu
Ill-ro chaewojulge, dashi baek
Naega nugu? Sipnyeoniran sigan dwijibeosseo geotneun nom
Geu sibeul geokkuro dollimyeon yeongwhon hogeun one, we back!
It's that 420 sound, 10 years we been real
Started from the underground, now we high as hell
Deukgwa sil, beolsseo decade
Still mic-reul checkhae
Yeojeonhi peneureo baekji wireul dallinda
It's that 420 sound, 10 years we beel ill
Fucka this is how we chill from 0-3 till
Timeless, so age don't count in the booth
When your flow stays-submerged in the fountain of youth
We still high mofocas
(How high?)
Epik high, mofocas
We still high, mofocas
(How high?)
Epik high, mofocas!