[Verse 1: Price]

One heart, one love, one mind

I ain't the type of jam you play one time

I been cold with my rhyme since Wyclef used to say "One Time"

Get up, I ain't talkin' sit-ups when I tell you niggas that it's crunch time

Middle finger up one time, that's my Fuck Donald Trump sign

Melanated by the sunshine

March along on the frontline

If it's verses, bars or the punchlines

I got more bodies than lunch lines

You can miss me with them war rhymes

This is like Rap Before Time

You Little Foot niggas wanna walk in my shoes

But the Vans ain't your size

Lil nigga 'cause they're my size

Hundred dollars to a bum on the corner

Yeah, that's how I pay my tithes

The church house can't get my dime

Wanna gold dig, why try?

You gon' barely get the WiFi

High as fuck, still rollin' up, yeah that's what they call a high rise

Audio Push you know we see

My Turn 3, you know it's here

I need the green guacamole dip

I want weed, water, and Chipotle chips

West side, yeah I'm on the trip

Touch down, yelling "hold my dick"

Couple stores and a restaurant

Black ownership, yeah I'm on my shit

909-951 'till they pull the plug

Too cool for clubs, cool for school

It's true as much true enough

You talk too much, don't do enough

Ever since I moved to [love?], the Jeffersons been movin' up

Paper preferences, I'm coolin' blunts

You can't be hesitant if you move with us

I just blew it up, it's my turn

Price

[Verse 2: Oktane]

One two three, three two one

Look

She told me she is not the type of game you play

And I'm the kinda chance you only take one time

Try to tell her I can help you if you stay

Gave the chance of her life, you couldn't make one fine

Now step back while I do this, hear you and my music

I know you probably feel stupid 'cause these other niggas is clueless

This 2017 ruthless, need a 2017 roofless

With a lady in it that spit out her gum

And give me some like she toothless

I'm a simple man out to get these bands, nigga

Simple plan, give my life, give the game some light

Never give a damn, My Turn 3

Hair long, I'm what they would like to be

One man on this microphone and no one writes for me

It's a sight to see, couldn't be a boxer and say fight for me

So I never understood why fans let it slide, it's weak

7 days, making plays, eleven ways

7/11 and never strayed, hot dice, you ain't never paid

Look, see the same people I prayed with, I stayed with

Got paid with, which China outfit they should make quit

'Cause I couldn't stay up on the same shit

Can't see the big picture if you're always in the middle of it

This was just a little of it, flavor I mean

Nothin' around you can save you, I mean

[Outro: Oktane]

My Turn 3 boy

What is it you can't see boy

This a grown man look at me boy

You run up on us and get De-stroyed, straight

My Turn 3, I'm gone