[Hook x2: Ka]
Born in a sinning place, mourned and been at wakes
Scorned the grinning jakes; it's on, I send the apes

Generate cake scraped off dinner plates
^!$$%s wanna be tough; it's us they imitate


[Verse 1: Ka]
Me and my chrome hip, lone clip; put in work, won't quit
My word is bond; yours won't stick

Long as it's dough to grab, I'mma hold a mac
Load the bag, 'til I'm a helmet and a folded flag
Lone peasant, roam desert, no canteens

See if a hand green; did dirt, so can't clean
In time you'll see a thin line between friend and rival
Between you and me, stupidity and men's bravado

Almost died trynna make paper, not pacifiable (?)
Mac-10's reliable in fight mode on that night road
Zoned out on the block, cops' ice sold

Raw covering the door; suffering more like Job
There's a flashback: stash packs by the light pole
Recipe: desperately press keys like a I write code

No typo; I'm quick-witted, you type slow
Promoters call me Moses by how I spark and leave, notice
Coming through the crowd, my staff parts the sea

Make fly jams for live fans that's hard to please
Use Bally trainers (?) while I parry, feint, bob, and weave
In rough waters, ^!$$%s boat; I stay and never waver

Y'all all sweet; I'm all unique with a better flavor
If my phonetics don't take, I'mma net a caper
Carry heat, reppin' Hull Street and Decatur

Stayed in hell all my life; I need heaven's visa
Know what's right, but won't change overnight like Ebenezer


[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]

I'm flattered; guys are fried ad battered
Housewives are battered, knives are jagged
When it's static, bring and automatic to combat it

I hit the henny like it's padded; you panic
Three from the cannon trample you like a wooly mammoth
The minivan vanished, I burn 'til my eyes slanted

Me and Ka set a higher standard
The money got sent through a wire transfer
Ferrari body like exotic dancers'

Eat you from the inside like cancer
I'm a panther, you real prissy and pampered
Lyrically, to me, you're a pamper

My stanzas, I gotta hand 'em out to fiends like samplers
But honestly, I should've went to Stanford
But what I learned from scrambling ain't in the pamphlet

Gotta keep a tool like repairman (yep)
Can't afford to be and move careless
^!$$%s'll put that Mac-10 to your spare ribs

You heard the prophet spoke
I'm from the projects; to get by, sold dope
Had high hopes for folks that got high on !@%!e

Who used to be responsible adults
Fell from grace, in love with the way freebase taste
From the hood to L.I. to B.K