So, I'm Paul Fierre, and here's my man Demi K
Yeah, we been homies since about third grade
Seven years later, and we're making tunes, getting doubloons
And we immune to prunes who gon lose
But wait, it don't stop there, cause you know Paul Fierre
Got another fire rhymer in the mix
That be JERRY$NOW, and he blow on the mic with the flow
That's immaculate as his basketball tricks
So you might be wondering why
Three dudes be so fire
But you never heard of they white asses
Well that would probably be explained
By the fame that they gained
That was fake as them N-word passes
You see, back in middle school
They had clout for days, but the praise
Only lasted for a minute
And yeah, they had the chance
To get the bands and fans
That they wanted but they didn't just send it
So here they go back up at it again
They gonna blend the game as we know it
Just three mofo G's making beats
In a room with the dreams of being
Rap legend poets
But what do you know
Demi, Paul, and JERRY$NOW
Boutta get interrupted from the magic?
A new pandemic
Just hit and
Got to Memphis
And things are boutta get real tragic