[Verse 1: Chance Connor]

First off we ain't fuckin' wit the majors

I'm writing my life I won't sign it over they pages

I get to turn the page and they just lackin' the payments

It's dangerous playin' this game to make it have patience (Yup)

From the cradle to the grave I got heart I got the strength

I'm learning through my mistakes and that's why these strangers

Comin' and givin' me props love the Abstract Thoughtz

I'm Chance Connor wit the shot you'll know that reference when I'm famous (Ha)

Ayo Cxdy this is fate

Another opportunity slobberin' through the sleep is mistake

What I do to a beat the crown is due to me cause I'm a King

Of the Underground wit the sound and it sounds great (Or rather) [Perfect!]

And this a priceless flow

We got this in the bag don't ask I just know

When I put the pen to the pad it's like gun assembly

You gon' remember me because wit every line minds get blown

[Verse 2: J Ordinary & Chance Connor]

Yeah my nigga true say these minds be blown

That's the shit that I been on

This Abstract Thoughtz let these niggas know they time been gone

We ain't playin' no games just read along we [Perfect!]

And they say nothing is that but we practice to make facts

Gotta body everybody each track

Minnesota on the map

Go from hopeful to local to global holdin' on the gat to call the shots b-r-r-at

[Verse 3: J Ordinary]

Cannot sit back while niggas just kick back

They feet back relaxed no react so we hit em up

Leave 'em wit a gift just call it "Priceless"

Cuttin' off the head of the ops you call us ISIS

But this is on some God shit oh my Goddessness

I'd rather have a bad bitch speakin' inside my consciousness

Niggas cannot be stoppin' this

But if they do we can dance my nigga like this was Sadie Hawkins shit

Stop wit this niggas been on they slaughter shit

Punch you in your esophagus should've told you this game has consequence

My nigga this is [Perfect!]

But this just the surface

Dive a little deeper and I can show you just how you worthless nigga

The turf is bigger and we got big news for the urchins nigga

[Skit]

Ladies and gentlemen, can I please have your attention

I've just been handed an urgent and horrifying news story

And I need all of you, to stop what you're doing and listen

[Verse 4: Chance Connor]

Y'all don't see me and it hurts

My only competition is my brother in a verse we put a couple in a hearse

That's why you see them runnin' from my standards

Innocent bystanders are lucky to live words can't describe

The carnage the craft of killin' other artists

Written as fact is we gotta give in to the garbage

I can't now I'm lookin' to get it I didn't start this

Regardless I'm givin' em art murder in parlance

How you thinkin' that you got it?

At the end of the day you ain't even bout it you're more concerned wit the dough

I'm more concerned wit the flow you're concerned wit the hoes

I'm more concerned wit the whole idea of making a home

No I ain't tryna condescend just kinda send a couple shots

To your dome to get through to you I'm not a friend

No propositions a potty mouth wit a pot to piss in

I could never bottom out I just got in the top position [Perfect!]

[Verse 5: J Ordinary & Chance Connor]

Talk about a competition my compostion

Is smooth like it's a Bugati engine

My bars is hittin' like Superman when the lead is missin'

Or The Joker when Harley Quin just gets to trippin'

I guess you trippin' you know that we gotta get it

Abstract Thoughtz on the hunt like witches

Not a gun mic grippin' like a judge I sentence

Better run cause we get it done never mic check this

[Verse 6: J Ordinary]

Chance Connor let 'em check it

The bars be air tight Dark Knight swoopin' through the night

Give 'em hard knocks and ghost like a poltergeist

Knock it twice on the pipes then I splice

Another line to give 'em a Suge Knight

Too sweet my meat is what they swing on

Spittin' some shit that's so intelligent these niggas feel like I'm speakin Klingon

God damn I'm a monster tell my momma I'm a mobster

I already told her I'm a criminal there's no subliminals

During the interval of time between both I done ranked up

And these rappers choice steak cuts

But they cook well not rare, cause they ain't us

And us we trust it's a must

Never stoppin' full steam ahead cause it's to the top or bust

Cause we always been priceless nigga [Perfect!]