(Verse 1: Eayzie)
What started off as just a joke sorta just took off Like a plume of kush smoke, chillin in the basement puff puff passin the pad back and fourth from Jennifer granholm to I don't know, (Ah yo) We never stopped tryin.. We don't really give a fuck what we're doin, We're always fuckin tryin, shit We know We're not the best We ain't fuckin stupid, But I'm sure as fuck we ain't the worst so let's smoke this fuckin session..
At first I had to laugh, when i heard girglee started trying to rap, i said to myself, myself whats up with that, I cant be anymore worse than that, that's why I smoke the crack i mean the best, to help make up for my lack of confidence, I'm highly competent, when it came to dropping shit, I felt the opposite, but now it's on like I got this shit, I've come so far just to stop n quit, I'm talkin bout practice, not a real game we aint talkin bout no fuckin game We talkin bout practice, all the hard work, payed off big, that's what she said, which turn my cheeks red, it felt indecent, until recently when I turned a new leaf, luckily for me i don't give up easily, never did feel the need the to speak, until finally i spoke with a flow that's all me, here I go watch me keep it on beat, why eat the bun with no meat, Eayzie drawer started taking over lyrically, so ya see, that's how the story goes, the chronic-als, of drawer EaYziE

(Chorus)
started with a pad and mic
spitting that shit we just wrote
just light, that bowl up just like last nite, hold up this beat is just so tight..
smoke sessions
we smoke and drink this
smoke session
we pack bowls in this
smoke session
we roll up swish in
smoke sessions
eayzie drawer up in these
smoke sessions

(Verse 2: Drawer)
shit ain't always easy,
unless you're eayzie, but then shits still difficult, always reaching for the ceiling even tho ive been feeling like the terrorist policing, like i missed the boat, like i dropped the ball, although, all these years and we still haven't quit this show, or overdosed, yea you'd think we'd fall,
well if you're on the thrown then we're overthrown, im so sick ive got aids, im overblown, now we're treating this game like jodi ariase, bitch, have a toblarone, im on my mobile phone, writing raps like a bass-ackwords uncle tom, like an aunt jamimma, i dont care if this beats pussy, ill still try to cum inside her,
i may be tired, at a lack of sleep, i may pass out, i never pass on a beat, this rap sucks, this rap is weak, this one ill fix up, this one delete, but i still try, i dont fuckin know why, its not like im good, its not like we'll get signed, im not from the hood, its not like we're not white, im not gonna lie, but im motherfuckin high,
hodge's apartment, gary's basement, the first 2 places, where we laced it,
torn apart between games and makin, some shit that lasts longer than the highest ranking, the higest score, then raps replaced our video game score boredom, then of course we became the 4 horsemen, grew 2 more limbs, thats 6, raped bitches to give them abortions, then of course the 4 buns quit, or gave up, i guess we didn't need it, the shits broken in state, goin back to bein nameless, so thats what me and ez did, hold it down like an opposite belemic, always smokin tree's,
damn its really scenic,
what i speak is serene, like a scene,
its like you've seen it,
my dream is to reheat these buns,
with no beef shit, turkey dogs

(Chorus)
started with a pad and mic
spitting that shit we just wrote
just light, that bowl up just like last nite, hold up this beat is just so tight..
smoke sessions
we smoke and drink this
smoke session
we pack bowls in this
smoke session
we roll up swish in
smoke sessions
eayzie drawer up in these
smoke sessions