[Verse 1: Vic Spencer]
One sixteen to Tokyo stock
Never hide when I notice the opps (naw)
The world make you wanna ride around with the chop
I'm very tempted
This a gift so that shit was a given
Nobody talking that shit to me (naw)
Man straight up history
Already know that I do it for villainy purposes
Y'all little worship kids
I'm old as shit like [?] the kids
Left swag sauce at home, I make the hoes eat bland
Criticize me like C-SPAN
I always keep a G plan chicks love to use their kneepads
We laugh at these pussy boys that eat ass (ew)
You can hear it all up in their voice
Killing you lyrically is my method of choice
You not worth the street card
Be smart, look at me now I used to be a retard

[Verse 2: D Brash]
Resident evil, Brash do his own stunts like Knievel
Get praises form the people start a cult
My follower burn smoke and channel my spirit
I appear on sight when I hear it
You scared now you should be
I invoke all the illest rappers that been dead G
A conduit let them n***as speak through me
They say Brash you the truth B
Is this my fate, is this my curse
This is the era of the bullshit rap jerks
What the fuck is that, a damn skirt?
On stage with villains at that Reggie spot
You think you ready but you really not
This for my n***as that's ready to shift gears
Open the lanes up, get gone, disappear
Apex predator, top of the food chain
Bottle feeders, all y'all part of the truest lames
[Verse 3: Goose the Wizard]
What you [?]
If you asking me so what
I hear what's going on, gotta keep my line patches green
[?] falling plus I'm far beyond your reach n***a
The sideliners look bad when you got real shit to do
Like pose and don't pay bills let's get real
Stay in the youth with a foot on their ass
Stay up in school can't focus n what others is saying
Just show and prove
N***as is characters, I'm like who major
We got erasure boy you missing flavor
A customer, got it tailored
All of my n***as major, you know that
You'll get your skull cracked for walking 'round with the wrong ballcap
N***a them starter jackets come with fluffy lumps
Them hating chumps gon' see six guys
This ain't no Brady Bunch
Your blunts slimmer than your luck
Give it up
Tropical punch in my cup when we rolling up