Verse 1 (Cristiles):

I don't get enough credit/

feelin' like I deserve atleast a million in this $#&@in' debit/
so I gotta keep grindin' 'till I get it all/
until then I'ma loser, yeah I said it/

in this game they'll use you to get famous/
take what you can give then treat you nameless/
that's insane %#@!, everyday the same %#@!/

I'm high as $#&@ cuttin' off trucks everytime I lane switch/
damn, where the creativity?/
I'm a breath of fresh air, that's why they feelin' me/

but the %#@! haters say yeah it stay killin' me/
'cause they favorite rapper ain't never been as real as me/
girls wanna hit me like Chris pop a pill with me/

these same (*##$es used to never wanna chill with me/
and you wonder why I'm rappin' so @@#!y/
maybe 'cause these hoes head game is so sloppy/

maybe 'cause no matter what they say they won't stop me/
maybe 'cause they wanna kill me but won't pop me/
maybe 'cause these cops hate me but won't lock me/

maybe 'cause they comin' for my spot but they won't top me/
yeah they gon' copy lyricial trendsetters/
that's why other rappers make the worst friends ever/

that's why all these factors will make us get better/
that's why she on my mattress, 'cause she get wetter/
that's why we on the atlas, Cali on the map/

other states hate 'cause they can't relate to how we act/
I'm on some other %#@!, rhymin' on another level/
low wages make it hard to stay out the $#&@in' ghetto/

I'm broke as $#&@ can't afford to eat a $#&@in' breakfast/
don't test me this tech will leave you $#&@in' breathless/
runnin' from death but every step makes your feet hurt/

so I'd rather kill him before he gets to me first/
in the streets you a sucka if you start to bleed first/
even the toughest is ashamed of that bloody t-shirt/

this ain't a game, that's all that makes sense/
when your city lacks loyalty its hard to make friends/
when your treated like royalty at home don't mean your painless/

dysfunctional or broke, it's the same mess/
ass out $#&@ her 'till she pass out its the same sex/
makes you wonder why you left your ex its the same stress/

wonder why you left your old job, it's the same check/
cold shoulders treat you like an ogre but this ain't Shrek/
one thing I can't get, where my respect at?/

been through it all you a $#&@ if you can't respect that/
ain't bangin' %#@! you ain't gotta check that/
call it what you want I ain't tellin' where I rest at/

Mexican American I guess I can rep that/
cold heart where the left side of my chest at/
go hard swear to god make you confess that/

I'm the next best (*##$ but you could've guessed that/