[Verse 1: Frzy]
You close but no Cuban
Let me light it up
The rap game a mess
Let me tidy up
Tell them hating n***as shut it up
Or getting clocked is how you gonna wind up
Y'all foiled
Turn n***as to soil
The letter on my hat be P
No oil
Royal
You are now rocking with the best
'Cause homie I been around
Against these bullet proof vests
Yes
[Verse 2: Frzy]
I got 99 problems
And 32 reasons
To put these wack n***as in hell
Deep breathin'
Try to stop the state I'm in
That's treason
'Cause in person they don't wanna meet
Vegan
This cut'll leave the rap game bleedin'
These n***as number 2 and still can't get even
Why you think that they leavin'
'Cause they couldn't imagine ever having
Something to believe in
My career's going steady
I call it my spouse
If I'm a bum
Why is everything on the house
I live the good life
But in bad ways
Chill with n***as wit bad luck
And broke legs
And what you can't bear
I'm taking down in kegs
So fix ya mug while
I lyrically chug
'Cause on the beat
I stay wit the heat
That's why I'm giving away bars
Say trick or treat
n***a
[Verse 3: Frzy]
If you ain't scared why you running from it
Some men bite the dust instead of coming from it
I could give you bars if you really want it
The Burgh f** with me
That's why I come from it
Breed to be a bred
Greatness indeed
How can I not succeed
Now you ain't got to like the rhymes that I kick
'Cause I got boat loads of n***as that see sick
Brick