[Verse 1: Kwame Jhosef]
Uh Roll me a pound, I'm blowing out the cake
Oh damn my sh** is hot, Oh boy we 'bout to bake
Who's the best is not something I'm interested in
I'm tryna get this dough so maybe a n***a could settle in
Probly get some new clothes and f** a few hoes
But I ain't focused on that I'm feisty with the zeros
Watch that ho gimme brain like MOJO
Call that b**h a POWERPUFF I'm rolling with FloSo
AAP we just a part of the team now
Still got that heat to make these f** n***as burn down
Look, Are you still gon' hold me down I was only hoping
'Bout to smash that fat a** like the US Open
But never let them b**hes get the best of you
At least make them only see the best of you
The game a jungle new rappers you gotta rumble
And no matter where I'm heading I promise to stay humble
I swear, All these new n***as softer than tits
And all the b**hes love the way that I [?] spit
And you a joke if you broke and stop poking on facebook
n***as love that a** but dont know how that face look
[Verse 2: Yaga]
Once again its boy Yaga I'm k**ing
k**ing all these rappers and preaching to all these children
Hey I'm just saying. Pray. And never deal in
Lets make a movie and girl I'll be the villain
Huh, I lend you money but still can rob you after
I can work for you but still be called master
Yeah, I praise legends but legends mehn your time is up
I'm the new legend and honest mehn I'm dope as f**
No competition when spitting becomes an option
I come with intentions to be the greatest legend mentioned
Certain, And this rap business is my sh**
All these rappers claim they kings mehn that's nonsense
And that I will, n***a that I will
I got a check-list of rappers that I'mma k**
I finna go deep on this beat to get a deal
When these rappers hear my lyrics, Embarra**ed they'll be on bills
[Verse: 3: Bee Ess]
When broke n***as see four figures, They blow n***a
For sure n***a, That broke n***a was your n***a
You probly even knew his momma, Hey yo bro n***a
The money getting to his head put on his shoes n***a
When pros go and whack n***as stay making hits
I'm flipping under the pressure to change the way I spit
I flowed it ignorant, Heard you like it ignorant
But ignorance was blinding me it took a while before it clicked
Now politicking on wild decisions to get me mentions
b**h n***as b**hing 'bout how I'm making the wrong decisions
And all these questions and stressing causing a lack of aggression
Plus Vee be calling me telling me that I'm now an ex and sh**
Rip out the next pages flip back the script
Back to the era when Byta taught me to spit it sick
Back when society MIC Uche and Yaga reminding when this sh** was for love and now they hyping it
The problems 99 a n***a slacked
n***as in front me with C.R.E.A.M tatted on they backs
They posing questions that confirm I'm whack
You think you fly cause the birds on twitter have your back?