[Verse 1: Yung Teez-R]
Young lyrical I'm here to let these n***as know it
You see my training was crazy, my flow is loco-motive
So be real, mess with this and get derailed
When I'm on the track I'm running circles 'round p**y n***as, my fault they sound female
This a verse you need to pay the man's for, understand boy, I'm a G male
Sending flows that sound special, these rappers worried - no Detail
My story you gon' retell, you sell-out rappers is retail
Allergic to seconds, you'd better take minutes. Game just don't suit you: stay out of my business
Top it off, it was off the top, over the top when I spit it
You better knock it off, before I knock you off your pedestal and you quit it
Like Really Doe, I'm just major. Ec-static boys are these haters
Bet on it, you put to bed on it, so no sleeping on me, it's Teez-R homie like ugh!
[Verse 2: MadTeE]
Ballin' hard, I ain't got no time for no haters
MadTeE all up on this beat, like some ink up on some paper
By making tracks it seems I'm doing y'all a favour
So please give my rhymes a chance to bless your music player
I am the greatest, look me up like Yellow Pages
I got all my sh** together, I keep it on lock like cages
I'm timeless but it seems to me them rhymes are tasteless
So don't ask me if I'm high, I flow better when I am faded
They slow it down, because some of you cannot catch me
Flying right overhead and I'm bombing you like Apache (so cla**y)
I feel sorry for n***as who tryna match me
Don't say I'm underground because them labels tryna snatch me
One more time, I slow it down for those who still behind
[?] lines, this is how to spit them dope rhymes