[Verse 1: Sonnyjim]

The rap's a hustle, get stacks in bundles
You'll get stacks bundled, the Bull Mastiff's muzzled
Tuck the brass knuckle, secure the bag, be subtle
When I rap it's a wrap like plastic bubble

This bomb shit could wipe out the White House
I don't keep no white at the house
Your shorty clinging to my nether region
Stuttering like Mayweather reading
Begging for sexual healing

I'm rolling OG on Caribbean beaches
Eating peaches
All these MCs are leeches
I'm swimming in the sea with exotic creatures
Divas, dime pieces with foxy features

My next record ain't got no features
It's just me and my brother like Romulus and Remus
I sip Perrier with property dealers
They don't know I'm plugged in to some proper drug dealers

[Interlude]
And that's one thing you've got to understand about me, n***a
I don't be fucking with none of these pussy boys
Word
'Boy cry wolf' n***as

[Verse 2: Vic Spencer]

I was crazy in the 80s
Psycho in the 90s
In the new millennium I was famous for killing liars
I don't listen to rappers
I be really tired
I'm tired of my people getting caught up in silly riots

Slap you with a pound bag of nutmeg
When these n***as rap, the shit smell like a butt rag
Turn rappers into booty smoothies
I'm on a unicorn tryna poof a doobie

Big socks with a low top
Pop Glock then your show stops
Your show now done with a robot
Can't afford the hologram
Who wanna take score? Your mama can

I am not your class type, be real
Filter look just like a glass pipe
Fuck death row, because the chair gone
And fuck [?] foreclosures, fiends in line for heron
I'm far from a client, my hair gone so, n***a, fuck that
I'm in Ric Flair home tryna rub ass
Utter made, not afraid, got a gauge, this is not a game
I'm skilled like a n***a that's blind with lots of aim
Hold up, roll up, go nuts
We got the same name, but so what?
I can name zero n***as that give a fuck
I don't know none of those n***as either, dog
Them n***as is not from over here, so fuck 'em