Grist city, bro
Grist grist city, bro
Steady throwing boonbucks at your girl though

She want me to make it rain but I make it snow
And if it's me and John then she got the time to blow.
Oh. Lemme see that choice $$# go.

God Tier status, giving you bliss slow.
Shades on deck. Apple Juice cold.
One bottle of Mott's and I'm feeling bold.

What can I say, I'm just a kid from Texas.
Battle rapping Bro with some AJ for breakfast.
Say Terezi, back to my place, you wanna roll?

I can show you fifty shades of red that you never seen before.

[Chorus]


[Verse 2]
You want a piece of the Knight of Time?

I know a kid like me is very hard to find
Fresh and fit, with all this swag I'm equipped
Got all these ladies swooning and wanting a lick


Yeah, the fabric of my God Tier priceless
Spitting frigid winters though my wrist is iceless

Tight with Lalonde so these girls get to fighting
Skill level Tupac got all these other rappers frightened


Damn, check yourself before come around here
Strider clan, grab a friend, know the end is near
Me and Bro about to clean up all these whack acts

Strapped front and back for a deadly strife attack

Naw, kid you ain't about it like me

Rap game no joke yo, this is what I breath
I plan to win at all costs so I won't play fair
You'll regret you came around as I push you down the stairs