[Verse 1: King]
We've got Game like EA, One Blood coz we relate
Bound to Prosper, like it's the name of the DJ
Been a while since a heatwave, I'm sorry for the delay
I just flew in high altitude, I'm getting used to the freeway
Four niggas on the track, press play, that's a relay
The mic is the baton, I pass it on to TJ
It's like my nigga Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don...
...passing on to Big Sean then he gone, fly like BA
[Verse 2: T.J.Rangy]
Uh, okay I just got that baton
Don't ask me bout that girl, can you please leave me alone
Feel like I'm slowing down the relay, what the hell is going on
It's like I'm jogging on this track but I change gears and then I'm gone
I go faster and faster, I know the very top is where I stand
MY flow would fill a lake even though I don't give a damn
Yeah, this is the all-star relay
So I'm done for now I hand it on to my brother Puri
[Verse 3: Puri]
Yeah we back from the mixtape jumping off like we was floaters
I got my girl white uh, looking like my lotion
It's all about my Frank, you know when we talking Oceans
She says she trying to get her grades up, watch how the brain goes
Claiming that you get your cake up, watch how the weight goes
Swag is what I breath that's why I'm rocking these chains
Looking like a coach you know I'm built for the game
Balling like a pimp, I still walk with a cane/Cain like I'm Abel
[Verse 4: Simz]
Hello, they sweeter than fructose
I mean everytime they spit a rhyme all the hoes go comatose
Every flow got 'em splitting legs like they want the hose
But we never in the garden, we ain't digging these hoes
Speak in the third person, got that number one flow
Feel like they need a J coz they are just that cold
Oh yeah we in a relay and we don't even run track
Give us a mic and a beat and you niggas will get lapped
(Hook)
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Right from the start/You know that we go hard
LA-LA-LA-LA-LA
With every bar/I'm pouring out my heart
LA-LA-LA-LA-LA
With these lyrics/Y'all are jogging we are sprinting
LA-LA-LA-LA-LA
Stop tripping, My nigga Puri get to spitting
[Verse 5: Puri]
Uh, hitting bitches raw like you ain't never seen that plastic
I get em on the phone but they ain't never know my address
Halle Berry actress, gave me cold shouler like alaskins
Cute cheeks, ass faster than a mattress
Tryna spark my joint I think I'm way out of matches
AMC the fastest crew banging like pop pop
We Jamaicans when we relay, pass it on to Usain
I ain't even got the time no more, hold me down Simz
[Verse 6: Simz}
We some kings, refer us as your grace
I ain't talking bout aths when I say we on top of the race
No racism intended coz all colours cannot match the pace
First place is being surpassed now it's something that we delegate
This slow is sick, call it lyrical AIDS
We too far ahead, till lag off they gon' have to negate
They hate, but they suck so much they can fellate
These niggas gonna need Grays as I pass it on to my nigga TJ...
[Verse 7: Rangy]
...Rangy, yeah give it up for Phancy
On these tracks we are a family
And even if they match-fix they could never match me
I end off on a high note like a solo from Phil Hanly
Yeah, T.J.rangy, I'm so ahead you can't catch me
And even when I'm passed out, you could never get passed me
Yeah, this the relay but we balling like the NBA
This is T.J. hand over to the King here come LK
[Verse 8: King]
I'll say, what a changeover
Rangy's getting 2Pac money twice over
Damn, feeling like I became Hova
Beyond a Reasonable Doubt, it's the King's Takeover
S.I.M.Z. is B.I.G. on these flows
He got Notorious drive, ain't no lie, truth is all this warrior knows
Illmatic with the bars, Puri's all Nas
High as Mars, this the home of the stars
