[Verse 1 - Blade Brown]

These niggas never had paper

How can you rap first and turn bad later?

Probably never seen a white box

Lies man, you engineer, you should've turned the mic off

Over a decade in the streets, no nights off

Cause these niggas wanna turn my lights off

And fuck a rap battle, I don’t do clashes

I was sixteen with like two mashes

You was listening to H to the Izzo

I was moving that H by the Izzo

Now tell me where the sense is

These niggas broke and the guns they rap about are expensive

It's so sad to see a grown man lie

Have you ever napped a nigga, seen a grown man cry?

Fam I swear this shit's so unsettling

The lies and I blame all the fans that are letting ’em

[Hook - Blade Brown & Colours]

Tired of these rap liars

Fam I can't wait until it backfires

These rappers ain't got no history

Their whole background is a mystery

Tired of these rap liars

Fam I can't wait until it backfires

These rappers ain't got no history

Their whole background is a myth to me

[Verse 2 - Colours]

Pulled her up in Faces

Hit that same night, I'm so dangerous

Half black, half Caucasian

Had her doggy looking back, pulling faces

She said that I'm amazing

I never said she was mistaken

Just got back from vacation

These little scumbags stay fucking with my patience

My mandem in jail lifting disc plates

If you rat to get bail then you're a disgrace

Rappers talking bout fishscale and lift face

Dunno how much shells the stick takes

Fuck you and your mixtapes

My life’s bags and boxes, let me explain

Got the bag full of corn that the stick takes

In the box, bag’s a canteen off of his tray

[Hook - Blade Brown & Colours]

Tired of these rap liars

Fam I can't wait until it backfires

These rappers ain’t got no history

Their whole background is a mystery

Tired of these rap liars

Fam I can't wait until it backfires

These rappers ain't got no history

Their whole background is a myth to me