Verse 1 (Luca G)
Ima spit you a quick verse
To show you my spits cursed

And my flows hella diverse
And if you hatin' I'll make you disperse
Alot of the times I may perverse

But I do what I mean and I mean what I do
So if you decide to give me %#@! Ima say $#&@ you
Names Luca G got crazy skills, hustle to pay the bills plus I got luck too

I'm spittin hard down to the core
Leavin' holes all around the floor
This fake rappin' won't happen no more

Once Luca G and Alti crack on the door
Leave ya $#&@n head on the floor
Rap's a book I read and it's dead so that's what we're hear for

Our dope rhymes? That's what ya ears for
Ya'll rhymin' like you're in year 4
With that Dr Zuess rhymin' scheme Cat In The Hat

We spottin you tryin' scheme we smackin' you back
So quit rappin' ya wack
We takin' rap back

It's Luca G reppin' Loyalty, wrappin' the rap
Now take it Alti...


Verse 2 (Alti)
Now Ima state my name
My flow ain't the same

As all you fake $$# rappers in the game
I came in wanting my name to be loud
Wanting nothing but fame and allowing loud crowds

(Let's go!)
32 bars to conversate
Only little time for me to make

Become a rap artist, the world's there for me to take
Been doin' this for 3 years no time to wait
Will it happen for me for God's sake!

And now I'm gonna leave you with a word for you
Finish my quick verse and an urge for you
Everyone will know what I do

This is just a sneak preview
Cause ya'll be listening and I will too


Verse 3 (Luca G)
Catch the spit that comes from my lips,
Ya hear it, it's explicit

My flows so sick, you know it,
I'm on it, I'm all in, I'm ballin, ya'll rappers fallin'
We stayin' on top, we ain't ever gon fall off

We the cream of the crop
And we never gon' stop, like we gotta ounce of rocks and we runnin' from the cops