[Verse 1: Oktane]

It's on, left me here on my own

So I guess I'm back in my zone

Gotta put on there for my home

No contact if you doubt it, too many contacts in my phone

Rap circles around your favorite rappers off the top of my dome

New flows, new flows I need Pesos

Two shows back-to-back, then studio

So no time for no moody hoes

That shit lame, still the same

Damon Wayans, Major Payne

On the game, roll a [plane?] and then smoke the whole thang, whoa

[Verse 2: Price]

Hmm, look at what we got here

High as fuck in the Uber [?], need to tell you how I got here

You think my gloves got [Paris?] powder, I'm beatin' em it's not fair

Fuck her face 'till she cryin', call that shit top tears

She only fuck with top-tier and that's probably why you not here

The fake shit stops here

The homies said whenever it's time to hop in the ride

And slide you got scared

So miss me with all them Internet threats

Don't talk to me if you ain't been in a jet

And I hate your nerds more than a cigarette breath

Can be lost with the loud talk

Ain't no money in her [route?], brah

H-A, yeah times 2, pointin' at you like "ha ha"

Bank account going gaga

A nigga still eat Popeye's

Overdose on peroxide if I ain't in your fucking top five

Call me daddy when we in the streets

But in the sheets, baby, call me Price

Whoopy-whoop, bleepty-bleep means if I don't answer, don't call me twice

Refuse to gain the world and lose my soul for all the hype

I'm Bob Marley, like

Get in tune with the Gotti [?]

And that's on my life, we gon' all be right

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Like a check stub, I gotta rip it

Connected like a studio equipment

Used to make plays off the cricket

Now they make way for my entrance

Got a V8 in the engine

You at home V8-sippin'

Talk 'bout healthy livin' shit

I need 2 millions for starters

Yours, not a real artist

I'm finna go nuts, George Washington Carver

Got the logo on the bomber, rock this shit like armor

No words for your honor, R.I.P. Eric Garner, yeah

Wrist, wicked

Clique, wicked

My city, wicked

[?], wicked

I'm vibin', wicked

So icy, wicked

That's wifey, wicked

Don't like me, wicked

[Outro: Oktane]

I was gon' rap again but like, this nigga just killed that shit

So like, next one