2PM in Quarantine

I know it
Rug, Mysterious
Westbrook said why not?
Uh huh, yeah

Quarantine, what else I'm supposed to do but write?
PTSD, I can't even sleep at night
Listen, huh, all I need is one mic

Your best album, not even three mics
None of ya'll can see me, ya'll like the three mice
And I'll fuck around and headshot a rapper like Obie Trice
I might not even need the Glock, might do the knife
I never needed the police my whole life

So please tell me, what the fuck is all these taxes?
Then ya'll give me my own money back, that shit is backwards
Put 40 percent to the side, that's for these rappers
You gonna get more than an Oscar, that's for these actors
On my fork filet Oscar

The marathon continues, it ain't bout the fastest
You ain't never getting my tithe, that's for these pastors
You better never sleep on D, that's for the Caspers
You could have phD, you're still classless
You'll never be Muhammad Ali, you're just a Cassius
You ain't never help your people, you just a fascist
I do it for the masses

Living life like a sequel with no camera
Painting this whole fuckin picture without a canvas
Teaching lessons to all you kids without a campus
Never been to Hampton, never been to the Hamptons
But trust was with my homie Chad, all out in Camden

Or maybe it was Trenton, or maybe it was both
My nigga we made it, might as well do a toast
Ya'll be doing the most, all you do is boast
And all he do is brag
You 40 plus years old still rapping bout a Jag?

What's in your account shouldn't be less than your chain
Be a master of the mind, not mastered by the mind
Now that's game
I visited my moms in rehab, now that's pain
My dad used to dig in dumpsters, now that's shame
How you go out is exactly how you came

Asshole naked
Me head to head against this beat, that's a wreckage
I told ya'll niggas in '04 ya'll playing checkers
And 20 plus years later ya'll still not playing chess
Cause long before Covid ya'll was on house arrest

Ya'll don't know shit, too dumb to know you blessed
Before N95 they had the mask and the vest
Ya'll say it best, so I'mma say less
Nothing moves the needle for me, I been depressed

Bernie dropped out, that ain't even rhyme
Diddy a billionaire, tell me what happened to Shyne
Fuck the one percenters, give me a percentage
They say talk is cheap, well my bars is vintage

I just need the spinach to buy a spot out in Greenwich
I been gone for a minute, trying to stay away from the tempest
Chillin in the castle, been laid up with my empress
I swear ya'll be the simplest

You'll sell out your best man, that ain't a friendship
Fuck anybody that cross me, don't wanna mend shit
If I said it then I meant it, fuck all the pretending
Never breaking or bending
I'mma bear these arms 'till I die, know my amendment
And I'mma bear my soul 'till I cry that's how we end it

Yea, that's how we end it
Huh, 2PM in Quarantine
Witt
Let's go

They shoulda never let ya'll niggas out
Let's go! (Got that beat singing)
(Mysterious) C.K. 215
(Got that beat singing) Will
(Sing to me)
Windex Will before Ross (Hahaha)

Let's go, Peeps
(Black bottles) Mysterious
(Hahaha) Where we at, Rug?
(Where we at?)
Batcave (Let's go)

Supreme Excellence (North of death)
Sun Tzu (Yeah), Witt
Yeah, they shoulda never let ya'll out
They shoulda never let ya'll out
They shoulda never let ya'll out