[Verse 1: NAMELESS]
You write rhymes for the lack of better times
Well, I write mine because I aim for the primes
You get confused with a chain of linked crimes
Well, we get amused with the shame of your demise
You make it harder and harder to breathe in here
You think you smarter like a f**ing puppeteer
We run the show homie, did you not hear?
f** with us, we'll make you biggest queer of the year
Y'all thought I quit? Well y'all were deceived
I brawled with beats before the tape was conceived
Thousand dollar goals, managed to achieve
All y'all pussies s**, unchallenged to succeed
[Hook: Royal Samo]
24/7 my mind is always in the studio
Recording legendary hits and rolling up some dubies yo
With a groupie ho (yep)
That's trying to take my soul (yep)
But I never stop dropping singles like a radio
M-My music will be booming out the stereos
And you want to know why?
Because we got that work
And you going get that work
[Verse 2: k**er Jag]
Always in the kitchen because I'm really trying to eat
Everything you spit is nothing else but weak
You ain't know nothing about the struggle
Everything was handed to you, don't flex your muscle
No a**ists but I still got the triple double
Still got your girl wet like a f**ing puddle
She on my dick because she don't want no trouble
When I'm done, drop her off like a f**ing fumble
Enough of that, I'm out here chasing green
I'm a fiend, like Gucci Maine with lean
Weigh my raps with a f**ing triple beam
We the only team that's out here trying to scheme
Don't even hit me up if it's not about the cream
I'm just surviving trying to get to eighteen
What the f** you mean all of this is a dream
Like the great Martin Luther King and Hakeem
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Royal Samo]
Lyricism's dead but it's time for a revive
I can prove it and spread it in six seconds like a revine
So will you be mine?
I'll buy you Vuitton
And work every day for my queen like a beehive
Because honey
You're more precious than the money
Than the precious j**els you deserve ain't that funny
I mean um
Back to the lyrics
Maxing and relaxing, cruising in a silver civic
While my critics sulking in a clinic
Hoping that I get hit
While I'm taking these hits
On YouTube and the cloud receiving endless hits
And I got the Holy Spirit
Jesus
And God
Like Bun B
I swear that's the trill OG
Ya chick, yeah she feeling on me
Because my beats
Because my features
Always able to complete and defeat
Ain't nothing sweet
About taking L's from a King
[Hook]