[Verse 1: Perrion]
I need an explanation
For the hatin in this generation

I guess ^!$$%s feel deflated
When you on a road to greatness
Patiently waitin since I was a toddler

Noddin to ^!$$%s who was mobbin
Deep in Queens with my brother and father in a Honda
Now picture how im pitchin that

Pitchin crack
With my written raps
Wit a (*##$

Sittin on my lap
^!$$%s feelin wack
Swear im finna tax ^!$$%s

Who wanna hear my %#@! on wax
Watch ya back
For these snake-ass, fake,

Tell the jake-ass ^!$$%s
They be chillin in the mountains
Finna Break Back,

^!$$%s know
Wonder how I come up wit these great tracks
^!$$%

You woulda thought that I been spittin since eight-tracks
Was bigger
Figure

This little ^!$$%
Been writin since Jigga
Was tight wit Dame

We need somethin more inticin in the game
Whats the name muh$#&@er?
We standin right here

We'll appear in rare form like flex while shiftin gears
In the new whip
Color of Cool Whip

They askin who %#@! on the sample
Lupe, the half spanish dude eatin spanish food
Suckin danish !@(& in Atlanta

Wit too much time on his hand
Met with Ruin made a $#&@in masterplan
Ask the man himself

(*##$ im tryna manage wealth
Spit a couple dope bars that'll surely damage health
^!$$%

Check the opus
(*##$ im focused
Whats the motive

I dont know but hocus pocus
Couldn't play a $#&@in joke on this
Token black smoker kid

Goin on the openin
Like im $#&@in a girl after she unfold from the lotus stance
^!$$%


[Verse 2: Bryant Dope]
The flow I'm pitchin' got me hittin' with perfect precision

I hope that you're listenin'
The rhythm is rugged and wicked
Like the composition

Where all of the rhymes are written
Like cotton I'm pickin'
Lines from fields of my mind, I'm rippin'

Those like gold ropes from the neck of hoes
Who shine with flashy clothes and tip on four Vogues
I'm offbeat in the dome like a bad snare

A young ^!$$% from Queens who don't $#&@in' care
I know a gang of ^!$$%s who blaze and pull triggers
Got bodies and count figures

Rob women and stab (*##$es
I don't be with 'em
But they my ^!$$%s though

Move slow or your crew is fallin' like dominoes
I done known
(*##$es in my city who are down to go

But they all fake, like the Louis clutch that they hold
Now she know
She was just a ho to me and my ^!$$%s though
I am gone
Blowin' that good %#@!, Cali grown

I am known in my city
And in your town
Queens kids comin' up just to tear it down
I am crowned prince of my city
More puffy, less Diddy

More money, more !@%$
Go

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
I been killing 'em, Your (*##$ been feeling him

Ya'll can't be serious like films Ben Stiller in
Nobody iller than him at the top of his adrenaline
Flow sweet like cinnamon, Name a chick that I ain't swimming in
Uh, got flow for days, I'm sure to get paid if
They hate the price on son's life, it's sure to get raised

But there's no break when I got you pinned in
Said it uno, dos, tres then fin, I let him swim with like
Mad fishes, In the cut like mad stitches
I know you mad (*##$es mad how my style switches
So, frequently be freaking MC's with these frequencies
These freaking trees got me soaring over freaking seas

Too many freaking G's claim they make that deus pop
Please, the only thing you ever squeeze was your juicebox ^!$$%
And you know it, cause real G's don't have to show it
Got your head in the clouds, big homie gotta get you focused
But no, it's all a part of the business, don't take it personal
It must be hurting you to know I could be merkin' you
At will, whenever I feel, this %#@! get realer

Foe squealers give the beats out to the ^!$$% Dilla
I shine like crystals, Never held a pistol
Never packed a tool, but that don't mean that I won't fix you
Who is you? I don't give a F, I do it effortless
Tell your messengers, they can get opened like beverages
Da $#&@in' specialist