[Verse 1 : Oktane]

This is what you ride to

Sit back and just vibe to

What you rock ya best fitted

And Jordan 5's to

This ain't what you used to

Or what you call a truce to

See this is what you sit back and

Just tell the truth to

So truth be told

I'm from this team named BOW

You prolly heard about

Who you most likely said

Some hateful words about

And that's cool

But we bout to make it gruesome

Cuz these legends keep on dying

I think we gon be the new ones

So yeah

You bout to hate us

I swear you bout to hate us

Cuz every girl you checking for

Is always tryna date us

And no, we're not the New Boyz, please do not mistake us

And nah, this ain't a diss but I mean listen they just ain't us

This one for my phone

That I constantly be on

Telling my girl that don't

Believe me until she see me on TV

Or hear these songs

And yes, she was wrong

Cuz this is what I love to do

Look at me girl, we On !

I swear I told you

I told you, I told you

And if you ever hated boy

I promise I don't know you

And if I ever knew you

That would never mean I owe you

I told you we them niggas

And I promise Imma show you

I'm not a rookie

Not interested in freshmen

I'm doing what I want

Got 'em second guessing they dressing

And Cash try and talk to me

Try and give me some suggestions

But I know I got a gift

And it's time I show you my presence

So this

This is for all them bomb Whoas

That be at all them Kendrick and

Them dime shows

That's prolly here now

Rocking with me

Never liked me

Now they love me

And they think my smile pretty

I promise to god

It's all a facade

To you popping

Boyfriends hate you

Cuz they know

They girl watching

But in this club a million times

When everybody was

But nobody cares

Until everybody does

So now that you you do

I pray you listen forever

You arrived a lil' late

But better late than never

Listen

Love it

You feel it?

You see it?

That's why I never say I'm really real

I just be it

I appreciate y'all coming to make history tonight

And the next nigga you about

To hear up on this mic

Is the only other nigga

That can give it this nice

I know him as Larry Jacks

But y'all can call him Price

[Verse 2 : Pricetag]

One time look

Real rap

I'm giving y'all real raps

I made it out the hood and

Still a nigga feel trapped

All I hear is lies

Show me where the real at

I just tell the truth

And all the real niggas feel that

Man

I can feel the pressure moving in

Now I'm at the top and they like

"Price, what you doing here?"

Don't be stressed, Baby

Don't be losing hair

Just live your life

Cuz it's too many nigga's losing theirs

And since when did

A hustler ever sleep in ?

And since when did

Snitching become a street trend ?

And since when did

Doing a dance make you

Ineligible to rap ?

Man I'm killing until

Till the beat ends

Better yet

Imma give y'all dudes a beat

And I'm seeking until I'm sleeping

Y'all sleeping

But I ain't weeping

I'm creeping

To the top I'm reaching

Y'all speaking

But y'all ain't decent

Y'all better run to y'all deacons

Once them blood suckers leeching

Imma tell'em 'fall back'

Ain't no love for ya

Oh, you a fan of us, Baby ?

I got a hug for ya

And to my brothers

Watching Crips

Shed blood for ya

If I got it, it's yours

I give my last dub for ya

I.E. yeah we looking the best

This world is just a class

You being put to the test

In these streets

I got stripes and I ain't hugging a ref

And to my brother Double I

Boy, I love you to death

For real

I'm having a moment

A nigga is on it and yes

I shatter opponents

As soon as I go in

I'm blessed

And you ain't touching my team

Homie, so why try?

B.O. Dubb

We out here head first

Skydive

Raise your glass, man

I'm giving a toast

You always got that one Ex

That you're missing the most

But I ain't tripping

I'm chasing that Mike Jackson

'Beat It' dough

With that I.E. Toe biz

Ceetle flow

Shout out to my son

I teach him

Never to count the haters

I got my family counting on me like a calculator

But the pressure is cool

Cuz I'm going far

Just pour the brown and

Then I sit in my car

Cuz this what you ride to

Sit back and just vibe to

What you rock ya best fitted

And your Jordan 5's to

This ain't what you used to

Or what you call a truce to

See this is what you sit back and

You tell the truth to

So truth be

Told....