Casamigos

[Intro: Mickey Diamond & Pro Dillinger]
What's the fuckin' word, my nigga?
So I called you
So I called you, so I called you, so I called you, so I called you
Hahahahahahahahaha (Hahahahahaha)
Ah (Yeah)
What's the deal, nigga
Yo, why you was on Ty Farris song actin' like you nigga
Like, you was the god emcee or somethin', nigga
Chill out, man (Yeah, like)
Don't, don't, don't (Just stop doin' that), don't get started with me, man
This nigga swear us
Don't get started with me, man, come on, man
This nigga sweared us, blood
Ayy, what do y'all niggas say? No liquor before 12?
Who said that? Who said no liquor before 12?

[Interlude: Snotty]
I swear to God though, I'm runnin' this shit for my niggas
That's how I really feel
Ayo

[Chorus: John Creasy]
My pen spillin' pain of this Casamigos
Nothin' but pain, nigga
My pen spillin' pain of this Casamigos (Let me talk my shit real quick, man)
My pen spillin' pain of this Casamigos

[Verse 1: John Creasy, Mickey Diamond & John Creasy with Mickey Diamond]
This life of mine filled with all type of crime (Crime)
Kurt Cobain shit, plus my rhymes sublime (My rhymes sublime)
Villain type Bane shit
They ain't nice as I, you couldn't walk in my shoes, even though the size is 9
So official with a loaded pistol (Those facts)
I hit 'em with a check, like when the ref' blow the whistle
I get a extra free throw, my pen spillin' pain of this Casamigos (My pen spillin' pain, nigga)
I'm humble with this shit but got a big ego
Hollow point, rounds in chamber spinnin' like a torpedo (Brrt)
Y'all niggas sit back and watch
But the trap like a Umbrella Copenhagen drop (Uh)
My old fiends heathens, leave you left stinkin'
Pour out a lil' liquor from the Olde English (Yo, the paper bank joint)
I still ain't accomplished shit (Nah)
Street knowledge, I never been to college, bitch
Violent shit, I'm a product of my environment
You just had the belt like the warrior, but where your title went?
I held the blicker before 12, it's 5PM somewhere, I sip the liquor before 12 (Uh)

[Interlude 2: John Creasy]
What's good, Diamond?

[Chorus: John Creasy & Mickey Diamond]
My pen spillin' pain of this Casamigos
My pen spillin' pain of this Casamigos (My pen spillin' pain, nigga)
My pen spillin' pain of this Casamigos (What?)
My pen spillin' pain of this Casamigos

[Verse 2: Mickey Diamond, John Creasy & Snotty]
Ayo, my life at times filled with all type of rhymes
I'm blessed enough to write a rhyme, enlighten mines
A diamond in the light, I got the brightest shine (You couldn't walk in my shoes)
But that's because they hard to find (Those facts)
Nobody taught me how to load a pistol (I swear to God)
I pull it from the hip, then send a clip, chip his bone and grizzle (Brrt)
I got aim, I ain't gotta be close
My pen feel insane off this Casamigos
Look like some movie shit, but it's all legal
Catch me and Mal in Lorraine eatin' pastelitos (I love you, Mal)
I sold crack on the block
Now it's back to back Umbrella Copenhagen drops
I'm Pete Rose swingin', you see the gold blingin'?
My plug used to pull up in a old Lincoln
I put that on my momma if you diss me I'ma come back around, on some Common shit (Brrt)
Bombin' shit, summer rain like Carl Thomas
Break the Umbrellas out, chew on rappers like Jeffery Dahmer did (Diamonds)
I used to get it from raw sales, play the block all day and sip liquor before 12

[Verse 3: Snotty]
Said this was God's plan, I'm simply a vessel, I came to peace with that
For the love of livin' I'll end your life if you reach for that
Feel like yesterday we was starvin', tonight we'll feast for that
My brother's keeper, love his kids like mine, it's deep like that
No more backyards, now they play my songs on a titantron
Smell the gunsmoke on my clothes, I swear my night was long
Dirty Harry tucked in that Northface while we off'd base
I risked it all, just so I could insure that we all ate
County time, OT, dope house by that county line
Bagged up in that kitchen 'least a thousand times
Broke night in that basement, wrote a thousand rhymes
Maria bought that Neon, I used it to do a thousand crimes
Lord-Lord, forgive me, I was out my mind
Still flippin' water, this ain't alkaline, I'm our for mine
This the soundtrack, let's get the mountain climbed (Big Umbrella, God Sound shit)
One Nine two times, nigga

[Outro: John Creasy]
My pen spillin' pain of this Casamigos