[Verse 1: Oktane]

Another chance to show what the young boys can do

Women are my new distraction, famous poison too

Before the lames try to bring them stupid noises through

Hello haters, I'm Oktane and I make more than you

I'm in the club you mean mugging and walking the hardest

I'm sorry partner, but all that is not stopping the party

My fans tell me we the best [?]

It's all models around us with bad attitudes

But ya'll looking good so I ain't mad at you

You young rappers can get swept right past the broom

I'm past crazy, my swag chill in a padded room

Cause Price stupid, my squad coocoo and I'm retarded

They'll make your hat snap back like when Tyga started

And ya'll gon' say he ain't start it, don't get the [?]

But he the one that all of ya'll copy so shouts to him

I'm never on time, my music timeless

And we ain't underrated, just ain't our time yet

But when it happens, boy it's gon' happen

Ya'll gon' say those two dudes the realest youngest out her rappin'

I'm stepping on stage, guarantee ya'll watching me tonight

We only argue who's better between me and Price

So what it is, are we the best or am I missing something?

All you young'ns thinking otherwise let's get it jumping

Cause these is blessings and we started to receive 'em

They saying we the best and I'm starting to believe 'em

[Verse 2: Pricetag]

I'm starting to believe 'em

Women choose

Leaders win

Lames lose

You can't relate

We don't walk in the same shoes

I got the main tools

To fix the game up

They say we changed up

But it's the same us

More bread, more hate

More chicks, more dates

More fans, more dates

Us lose? No way

We been at it 24 hours, no breaks

And that's the same reason we been killin' 'em since '08

Dudes from my city

All wanting pity

First the said we wouldn't make it now they wanna roll with me

Imma pass

I kick it out the back door

We can't collab

But you can hold my bags though

Ya'll better ask O

I make this cash grow

Now let's tell the truth

So let the math show

I told Cass that we gon' kill 'em at the last show

Now watch my number get called like a raffle

And I'm the young'n that you other rapper read about

I'm on a cloud now

Just like I'm dreaming now

Girls who dissed me in the past is all screaming now

And the dudes who hated on me bad is all screaming "B.O.W."

It's just my luck that music's my rush

Besides the fans all screaming when I ride up

[?]

And everything I do is A-class

They missed their chance, but that's their bad

So until I get the funds, and match their cash

I'll hit all of my fans with this backstage pass