[Verse 1: CONNOR]
We do this on own our own so you we need no handouts
Long term mindset
You know we got it planned out
All these fakes dude come up to me with they hands out
CloneFree Society
We bout to bring them bands out
Gotta fifth of Crown so you know we bout to turn up
And we gotta pound so you know we finna burn up
Rapping to you like you Tina
I am Ike Turner
Get a pen and pad, school's in session
You gon learn cuz
We ain't rapping for the folks that's on the CNN
How many rappers do you know that's tryna get a BSN?
Charlie Sheen on the track
Yeah we winning once again
And I tell these hoes to come through
They be like, “Where and when?”
Then we wine and dine and we hit the back exit
Stomping like a T-Rex
Dude's talking trash but we know that's just flexing
Rocking all this ice
Yeah they call me Wayne Gretzky
[Verse 2: CONNOR]
Fifty plus hours
I give that to Krupa's
They asking for the flow so I went and gave it to em
King of my city
Yeah C Wiig the Ruler
All these fake dudes
I can see right through ya
Call me Ferris Bueller and watch the way I jive
This rap sh** got me buzzing
Feeling like a beehive
Two dudes, one girl and then we high five
And everywhere we go
You know CloneFree gets live
With the bars I stay delivering
Two girls and they scissoring
Me against the world, I got that sh** up on my fingertips
Good weed and we lighting it
Cold drinks, yeah we chilling it
Guarantee one day you gon catch me with a million
sh** I remember when Pops drove the Expedition
We spent hours riding round while we was on vacation
Now I'm sitting in this basement plotting ways to make it
And I'll be complacent til I reach the top of greatness