[Intro]

The FitnessGram Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound

Uh uh it is too cold and too early for us to be out here running

This shit ghetto as hell

I fuckin hate this stupid ass school. I ain't even bring no PE shoes Mr. Teacher

[Kid Kilometers]

Yeah, ay

Skrrrr

Vroom vroom

Uh yeah

Yeah

[Verse: Kid Kilometers]

Top of the morning I’m chilling out here in Paris

Took so many days off school that they call me Ferris

Bueller

You screwed up

Cause I might be boo’ed up

But I’ll pick the tool up

I’m talking about pens, pencils, and rulers

[Hook: Kid Kilometers, Marcíto, Timmy Torch, Wendeezy & Uraelb]

Drippin in water like the na-a-a-avy

Drowning in dubs come and sa-a-a-ave me

So watch your backs if you pla-a-a-ay me

Cause all my homies got the juice, got the juice, got the juice

(2x)

[Verse: Marcíto]

Lobbin me the mic like it’s an alley oop

I talked to god said I was building so he handed me the tools

I just needed to reset and get back in it nothing new

Had to manifest some rest cause I I'm not with the patient moves

Gotta work and pay my dues

I’m the king I cannot lose

Want smoke I got the fumes

Mumblin dead stay in your tomb

Cross the line put you to snooze

I’m in your head don’t blow a fuse

I’m comin thru what you gon do

I’m comin thru what you gon do

Yeah yeah

I was lost now I’m found back up in like I’m supposed to

I don’t play around shawty back it up like a post move

Took a couple days for me to fix up all the lose screws

My new mental focus gonna take some gettin used to

Ridin on my wave like I was carvin up the ocean

Think ya gettin to me sorry never really noticed

I was busy kickin back and mixin up some potions

Squad is always ready when we ride it’s a commotion

[Verse: Timmy Torch]

We got the sauce, we got the juice, but we not blendin’ in

Take a hit, get a sip, put the henny in

Mixing in, we ain’t mixin up, flipping cups

That’s just party stuff, yeah im drownin in the dubs

But I don’t need these peeps to help me up

Like I’m okay

Got some hunnids in the tub

Rappin’ like chipotle

Ya’ll are so late, rappin cray cray, I’m super crazay

Ya’ll are hatin’ on my shot, but I’ll make you watch the replay

He say, she say

I’m tired of all the debates

I used to feature for free, but my prices had to inflate

I’m Luke cage

Hit you in the head and knock your membrane

I’m ingrained

Sticking to my roots I’m Kunta Kinte

[Hook: Kid Kilometers, Marcíto, Timmy Torch, Wendeezy & Uraelb]

Drippin in water like the na-a-a-avy

Drowning in dubs come and sa-a-a-ave me

So watch your backs if you pla-a-a-ay me

Cause all my homies got the juice, got the juice, got the juice

(2x)

[Verse: Wendeezy]

See for the longest I been biting on my tongue (Sheesh)

I got a couple tricks up my sleeve I just pull them out for fun (Sheesh)

They love to talk about me but I ain't the one

I put the hoodie Melo on and sneak up on you like a nun

See the fakes style out like when the bounce rolls

The sweet I'm speakin' you'll get tomorrow

Then leak and tweet this and bow like wow goes

I need a size seventeen Benard I'm on go (Yeah, yeah)

They told me hop on the beat I'm just like OK (Ay)

Pulling up my sleeves I put the gloves on like I'm OJ

Murdering this beat I left the blood stains on the old J's

(Not the J's, not the buddas)

This Pacer Test ain't nothing Reggie Miller choking Spike Lee

I can't take my time I'm too greedy (Yeah)

My folks back home right now man they need me (Yeah yeah)

I'm pulling out the cats on you (*cat meow*) call me tweety (RTR the gang)

This Merry Melodies that I'm dropping got you dreaming

[Verse: UraelB]

I got the juice like Orenthal James

Like Pootie Tang, sipping tang

Or Nino Brown

Who whip that cane

Or Dr. Strange

What’s your end game

If it’s bout fame

We not the same

Yo juice real plain

Concentrate, I go insane

Just peep my slang

These bars Cobain

That mean they bang

Can't be soft

That’s too low mein

Don’t feel my shit

Then it’s chow mein

I’m fire god

Call Me Liu Kang

Punch vicious

Crazy, how I kick shit

They wishin, I go light on em

Like mixedish

When I spin off, they hope I dismount

And stop flippin

Wit rap, im a gymnast

The goat, yes I been this

It’s just so ridiculous

Sending shots at a marksman

Who keep a full clip in

Man why y’all pretending

Like y’all ready for a malice

In my palace

Y’all won’t even throw shade

Im just sippin Juice up in a Chalice

[Hook: Kid Kilometers, Marcíto, Timmy Torch, Wendeezy & Uraelb]

Drippin in water like the na-a-a-avy

Drowning in dubs come and sa-a-a-ave me

So watch your backs if you pla-a-a-ay me

Cause all my homies got the juice, got the juice, got the juice

(2x)