[Verse 1: Ragz Bastard]

You never know where niggas may go

And she love a nigga spirit like she Kayko

We muy caliente, spitting fuego

Tour life

Me and my niggas cruisin' in a Winnebago

We making pay rolls

And that's the main goal

See it all in the near future

I'm Mario super

The way I jump on to competition heads

Like they're Koopa Troopas

Activate my boosters

I be the bees knees

Giving 16s for free

I'mma sick teen I sneeze

Do as I please

I mean geez louise

Travel the seven seas

To seize everything within the reach

Of this group of ill teens...

I had to take a break now I'm back at

I'm not asthmatic

But I need some inhalers

Like one these fast rappers

My nigga, my flows sweet

And yours is like the candy wrapper

Elevate my mind and expand my brain matter

In a matter of seconds my mind is weapon

But I'll still come strapped wit a Smith&Weston

To ya intersection

That's if I'm feeling threaten

Man I got a method to this madness

Late night love affairs with a California actress

She is a bad bitch

With the sneakiest of tactics

Pin her to the bed

That's my Wresltemania match-tress

It's Young Ragz

Money bags

Price tags, nigga

Still the same nigga

Just got a little iller

Got a little sicker

Tryna get a little richer

Rest in peace Big L

Are you getting the big picture?

Yeah..

Rest in peace Big L

Are you getting the big picture?

[Verse 2: Jack CityZ]

They call me Jack CityZ

Out for platinum plaques and crap

From my Ill Spoken raps

Like I was Mac Milly

And these cats silly, man

Cause Third Eye gone shine and

Relish in the moment like an underdog

When his arm on the podium

Higher than pickle sodium

Number one

And still cop funds with no cocked guns

Eliminating pellets

I'm pac-man

Give niggas the back hand

I'm that man

Sneaking in your city all black

Like I'm batman

Strapped with the mic in hand

Packed fast

Corner of 89th and Summer Ave

Performing Sebastian with Al and Ragz Bastard

My niggas fromlunch lines and math classes, to

Studio booths, sessions with different grasses

The younger demographic

Backpacking with hall passes

They wanna be us

Dig us from our feet up

We ill

No Robutussin pill can free us

The sickness that we got fam

Has got into the wrong hands

I'm so cold, Anaheim flow

A Mighty Ducks fan

Something I wanna mention

Having suspicion how real these bitches livin'

Let me explain

Like this one was ji lame

Past year and some change

She let niggas get in her brain on Instagram

Not mentioning names

Your new found fame is fuckin insane

The sickness mane

I bounce back with the quickness

Ignorance is bliss

Wait.. fuck that

Vigilante to eminence, ignorance is hindering

All about your Benjamins, unmindful to the assault

Get smacked down to the asphalt

Like that's his ass fault

Rapping till my last call

Bumpin ab soul

I'm 18, but I got the problems of an old head

A Comp Sci major bitch, shit gets decoded

I go in

Harder than a java fucking program

In college not cuz I enjoy it, got no other choice

When me and my boys spark noise

We outta this joint

No pity on many, I'm Jack CityZ

Doing what I please

Bleed this shit

Deeds are spent

Give you what you need

Beats equipped, in my arsenal

Battlin'

And these other rappers are my catalyst