[Verse 1: Sam Wright Coastal]

Pickin' up the pieces, old notes I deleted

Retreating in my own mind

Told lies 'cause I need to be the nice guy

Was the right time

To admit that shit like never

Tryna' forget all the shit I can't remember

Need to take a couple step backs like Kember

Tryna' be the greatest in this shit like ever

Tryna' be the latest on a long list of rebels

But the haters keep me caged all cooped like kennel

So I light a little green, I ain't talkin' no phenol

Help me get sick on the beat like strep throat

Chick in my Jeep 'cause you know I'm up next, though

Girl, take a seat while I roll away the stress

In a blunt with some cess

To be blunt, she's obsessed

Gettin' off track, I guess

I digress

Up to my neck in the hate

While I'm up to my head in the checks

And your girl done crept in my DM's

Then we got to talking like TED

Added the X, now I'm takin' it to bed

Well shit, some things are better unsaid

Like, let's get this bread

Man, that shit should be obvious

Spreadin' the wealth like a communist

Hop on this track then I bodied it

Bet that I Bronsoned it

I'ma just say that I called this shit

No 4-1-1 when the beat comes in, my team goes dumb

So fuck it, I'ma let 'em

I'm done

[Verse 2: AK]

My style's original, we are the pinnacle

Never astray from the trade (Uh)

Never satirical manifest miracles feeling like I am to say (Uh)

One of the physical fuck of dismissal 'cause we in

This until we break the bank

Smoking no stank, nothing to lose

Get out the way, the 49 crew

We got that flame

Only a few could rival we say

Check your direction, peep the complexion

Boss step I'm flexing

Fuck with the section, my team is reckless

Tell Smith & Wesson: "no need for teflon"

We aim for their head, bitch

Gun-proof your [?] up to the heavens

Say your last blessings

Good God

[Chorus: AK]

Tell 'em we ready (Like)

Nah, nah, nah, nah

We never quit (Like)

Nah, nah, nah, nah

We never finish (Like)

Nah, nah, nah, nah

Strictly the business (Like)

Nah, nah, nah, nah

[Verse 3: Chilly Boi]

Okay, Chilly coppin' cash, throw it up

Like, believe me, got my fucking stash

John Cena, can't see it

There's no secret I'm a rock star

GTA bitch, swerving in a fast car, like NASCAR

I think I made it, feel like I'm famous

Greatness is all that we chasing

Diamonds and stainless, haters adjacent

They watching me as I lane switch (Uh)

Switch up my flows like I switch up my hoes

Straight to a point like a fuckin' free throw

Forbidden fruit, the truth

You mad you got dick from two dudes in the group (Woo)

Off the rain, shake the chains

Spit flames, motherfucker, we run the game

Icy veins, diamond rings, finding things

Chilly Boi, you better know the name

Slangin' rounds like a gun range

Still the same me, ain't nothing changed

I've been there man, see it on my Instagram

Talk shit you better understand

I love the beef, no lettuce, no cheese

[?] motherfucker, man, you can't feed the beast

Fuck, I'd rather leave you deceased

Next day I'm on the beach of Greece

Bad bitch underneath the sheets

For now we on a rise like yeast

We don't compromise, all we do is slay beats

On my own throne and you can't have a seat

And I'm in my own zone

Have you prayin' like a priest

[Chorus: AK]

Tell 'em we ready (like)

Nah, nah, nah, nah

We never quit (like)

Nah, nah, nah, nah

We never finish (like)

Nah, nah, nah, nah

Strictly the business (like)

Nah, nah, nah, nah

Tell 'em we ready (like)

Nah, nah, nah, nah

We never quit (like)

Nah, nah, nah, nah

We never finish (like)

Nah, nah, nah, nah

Strictly the business (like)

Nah, nah, nah, nah

Good God