[Intro - JCO & CrimsonMuzik]
- Yeah
It's CrimsonMuzik
They already know, right
- Aye, they should by now
- They outta luck, right
- Yeah
- JCO!
- Yo, whaddup man?
- Know you remember that show out there, right
- Back in Topeka
Yeah, I remember that shit?
- I said it from stage
You up next, right
- Yeah, gotta make that shit happen, right
- We've been trying to make this come together for a minute, right?
- For a fucking minute, bruh
- How long that been, fam?
- Shit, like a solid year and a half, man
- They not ready for this one
- Nah, nah, let's get it
- They outta luck
- Let's go
- Whoo!
[Verse 1 - JCO]
Man, I work at all times, the grind do not stop
I move independent, I do what I want
Hell of a cook but I couldn’t kick rocks
Rather someone who sucks than you someone you’re not
Look
So, to sum up the spot
The place is so spacious
But comes with a cost
The game remains racist
I’m put to the side
But I came with my pages
So I could change lives
Man, I seen it a lot
Another bottle of the ibuprofen popped
Another gun will sound, another blow
And then I watch a brother drop
Another good one gone
So what the fuck is up with everybody
People out here dropping every body
See me chopping up the track
And enough is gonna splatter everybody
Promise imma leave it very bloody
Having you looking at me, scared of me
Find a ticket, gotta book it, fuck a layover
I look 20, not a day older
Imma win it, cause I took whatever they owe me
That’s enough
Bro, you suck while you hate on it
There ain’t nothing you can say
No debate on it
I ain’t phased by the shame or the name calling
Homie, pay homage
Cause I came to checkmate, homie
Look
Game over
I may get stuck if the blunt came closer
Bash a bum for the blow
Got a drank, hangover
If you can’t stay sober
I may take over
I'm taking the swamp
And I may slay ogres
You get ate and locate
To the hate they’ve chosen
Cash a check for the rent
But the bank ain’t open
Killer luck like a blade sprayed on a green clover
On top with Rob Boss, it’s nonstop
Anybody wanna get it, they all gone
Anybody tryna step to the wizard
They gonna rep with the vision
Or end up dead in a minute
And man, so many fucking people full of tension
Who want my full attention
But don’t see the bigger picture
Or agree my full potential
Is something bigger than motherfuckers ever could’ve mentioned
Look
[Chorus]
This is how I’ve seen it go
Yeah
With the crowd, I got the smoke
Yeah
I’m the loud that’s on the low
Yeah
Aye
I’m ready to put em up
We just came to fuck it up
If you lame, you outta luck
Whoo!
[Verse 2 - CrimsonMuzik]
Yeah
Consistency where my vision be
Can't rock the boat, I'm in a different sea
Tryna run these plays, we in different leagues
Like Golden State with the chemistry, yeah
What depresses me, tried to hold me back from my destiny
And money really ain't everything
But I still showed y'all what successful means
Aye
But respect is still sold separately
Now I drive myself, I'm a Tesla, boy
Tryna buy my wife a new Tesla toy
Told JCO aye, you next up, boy
Tryna wreck us, boy
You done messed up, boy
'Fore you leave your house
Bring your best luck, boy
Cause not once has a hater even kept up, boy
Like mm
That's factual
I'm in the city, talking money
That's capitol
Uppercase up and comer, who's tactical
Even when I'm out of luck, I flow magical
Yeah
[JCO]
When they step up to the Wizard, acting casual
Rip the stage up with new homies added bro
It’s like I have to know if you can pack a show
If not, outta luck, and that’s actual
Bitch
[Chorus]
This is how I’ve seen it go
Yeah
With the crowd, I got the smoke
Yeah
I’m the loud that’s on the low
Yeah
Aye
I’m ready to put em up
We just came to fuck it up
If you lame, you outta luck
Whoo!
