[Verse 1 - ST]
White
Black
You don't know what the difference is
Connecting dots, never stop, always aim for the top whatever the distance is
We all tryna get them listeners kid, but we can't all flip the script
Some make it happen, constant grind, no option's fine, while others just picture it
I'm tryna set a course to blow up in the north
No mission to abort, when I tell em just to hold up
The game not ready for Green and I
So they got the evil eye always hoping that we slow up
Or down I mean, now I lean, shouts to the Coast and the Alaiz team
It's us or nothing, us or nothing, muthafucka you heard Chibi scream
Now imagine that, a lot of people tryna tell me that my style ain't matched for trap
But what the fuck they know, they don't know shit so to me they opinion is like passing gas
Let em come, let em go, moves and schemes, we never show
Keep it on the low until the classics out, looking for massive clout, by then y'all better know
Shit I gotta bump that, they want a switch up, best recognize I done that
Rolling one bat, Backwood, dumb fat better fuck outta here with your blunt wraps
Pack a bowl and bun that, irrational set of flows call me Bolt I run that
Bitch on my nutsack, track so cold she not getting her tongue back and that's yolo
Oh so? I'm spitting with madness, versatile, stay hitting for practice
Got up with Green, just lace up the classics, it's what it seems, you listening to masters
New generation creating the fabric, your old society's dip is just massive
WE taking over, bring out the caskets, look over your shoulder, we here and that's it
[HOOK - ST]
We steady grinding heavy minded we stay up in it
They want the flavour that's major, this shit's a given
It ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute
We try to innovate, always do something different
Something different, some-something different
Something different, some-something different
Something different, and please don't get offended
But it ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute…
(VERSE 2 - GREEN HYPNOTIC)
Skinny muthafucka, dark skinned muthafucka
Always here to make them moves
I'm a hardcore spitta and a trill ass nigga
Playa haters analyzing my moves
Fuck a rapper swagger jacking my groove
Playa haters wanna see me lose
But I'm steady grinding, forever winning, I'm never gonna lose my cool
CHECK
Real G's think I'm old school, young G's think I'm new school
Underground, mainstream, the both of them seems really cool
They say I ain't lyrical, and I dumb it down
I don't know what they talking I'm here to get the crown
Yeah, to get the crown, tell me where's the fucking crown
I told y'all already to fucking bow down, AYO
ST, we killing 'em homie
Bar for bar, come on we the trillest my homie
Ain't nobody fucking with us
C.O.A.S.T. Life, Alaiz, Liam, what the fuck is up, UNH?
Let's get this money, let's get this money
I don't know bout y'all but I'm bout my money
Let's take over the world and bring the whole family
High Klass and Chibi got the chicks for me
Waddup P, wass da dealyo?
Fuck being underrated man we gotta blow
Ayo Musoni! We gotta blow
Stop playing around, we need another show
Another show, a lot of dough, a bunch of hoes, the flyest clothes
I said a lot of dough, a bunch of hoes, fuck that cut that they already know
[HOOK - ST]
We steady grinding heavy minded we stay up in it
They want the flavour that's major, this shit's a given
It ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute
We try to innovate, always do something different
Something different, some-something different
Something different, some-something different
Something different, and please don't get offended
But it ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute…
