[Verse 1: Syakir]
Handle this bars like I'm prisoned
They only start coming when you’re all up in the business
Trimming edges like I’m too good
Rocking like I’m too hood for this bitch
Fuck all this so called rappers I don’t give a shit
I’m on a loose time, don't worry bout your girl
I ain't fucking used women like your punchlines
Staying sober with a right mind
Plain and simple I don’t care what you think
'Cause you know I’m thinking out loud
I am the perception of your vision right now
Hotter than the summer like piece of enchiladas
Chilling with your girl playing sexy by the front
Making truffle butter
Who that? Who that? Too bad you’re mad
This is the part where I push back
You fags saying that I’m down
For whatever I’m making this real
Know that I can stake a claim like nobody ever
I am the Banksy of the pen
Making moves like I'm made to cut fools out of everybody
And I will make a stand so u can talk to talk
'Cause I'm winning on the other hand
[Verse 2: Sweetch]
Put it down looking back you ain't no shit
Till the day I flip digits by the minutes
You can tell your whole team
Lil homie quit fronting, tell a hater get in line
Brother knows I'm stunting. Where you been at?
Man I do this for the team. Where you been at?
And I don't care bout other rappers
I’ve got a future to set, I’ve got kittens to pat
All these rappers try flows
Y'all know I can kill it like a hunnid over times
All these haters wanna frown
Bars lock em up got my team lockdown
You basement low but we high chilling Attic
Put in work, overtime hustle till we get it
Homie throw up while we throw down
Foreplay on your chick
Just a diss, I'm kidding. I don't play with em girls
But truffle butter flow got the girls in my world
Homie you ain't even real, take a second guess
Come through with the Attic, fuck around with the best
[Verse 3: G-Preme]
Bitch you better tell me where you kept my profits
You know what I been on, what you mean you lost it?
Motherfuck a pig, bitch we bout to start a riot
Smoking on a brick, girl looking Farah Fawcett
Shit it's funny how I never really had a Plato
Looking in the mirror swore I saw Aristotle
People never satisfied unless they struck the lotto
Cash rules everything around me that's the motto
Like I give a fuck already told you no one coming close though
Posers get the fuck outta the building with your woes hoe
God damn I ain't even go put on a show
Bout a couple grand in my bank keep it on the low more to go
Keep it on the low key girl I know you love it
If you really down I'ma let you see the summit
Now we really getting blunted
Going crazy like we rocking on a fucking mullet
And that shit too strong, took two puffs now I'm far too gone
Been underestimated like Fa Mulan
But now I'm coming for the crown and that won't take too long
[Verse 4: Frizzay]
Hear my thoughts when I’m thinking out loud man
Find me at my spot, I’m high right now
See my vision is the reason why I’m here
Pipe down homie, it’s all bullshit that you're hearing
Out here, know the realest out here
Money over everything it’s business out here
On my grind all day, all night
They’re asking me now where I’ve been all year?
Sweetch got it next, G-preme got it next
Remember how Kwyzine got my back?
16 on 16’s you call it a stack
Just a minor on a major act, bring MXNOR MXJOR back
"Put him on the mic and let him flow"
Watch me get my 6 Os on the left side of the decimals
In time see, the imaginable it’s so inevitable. Wait!
I’m heavyweight these rappers are your average
So never hate the fact that I'm turnt up
I'm leveraged, annihilate quick
I'm like Picasso on the rhyme scheme
They trying to take me out I prefer to dine in
