[Verse 1 - Cookalicious]

Hard on the beat

Bernard on my feet

Cut the corner in life so

So it's hard to bleed

Been rappin’ so long that it's hard to leave

Made it to where I'm at now when they said its hard to achieve

Crazy enough so I’m parting the trees

Makin' it hard for me

[Verse 2 - Cookalicious]

Chains for all my shooters

Rari's for all the looters

Houses full of tens but I still don't know who's cuter

They want to see me fail but I'm back on the grind

In the trap I like to pack a mack or a 9

(immaaaa)

Take a second, swallow what you heard

Try to understand while they follow every word

Rappers think Im fire but I'm full out ablaze

Set yo braids on fire, til' they burn to a fade

Used to think I made it when I had 80 plays

Kept a gun on me if I was ever afraid of being betrayed

Swervin this whip, let the engine roar radiate

Going full speed in the lanes, 488

[Verse 3 - Cookalicious]

You’re not on the same page, not even the same chapter

You shouldn’t have been a rapper, you should have been an actor

Passing competition, up now but imma be up after

Haters sit in jealousy; I sit in laughter, uh

No one's ahead of me

Say it’s a joke, it better be

I'm on my pedigree

Fast pace in wraith we ain't movin' it steadily

We ain’t hidin, jump on your street moving heavily

[Verse 4 - 808 Propane]

I pull with the smitty and i let my heat out

I let my creed out

Pull up on your bitch with the meat out

Pull up at the scene with the motherfucking -guac out

She thought it was my cock but my -motherfucking Glock out

I pull up with the chopsticks and let them -things go chow chow

Pull with the 32. let them things go bow wow

She just peeped my colt and her mouth went -wow wow

Hit em with the mobs it's propane ciao ciao

[Verse 5 - Sputnik The Kid]

Pull up with the water like its seeding

All up on your partners get them bleeding

Down the barrel have em reading

Shoot em wit my 9 have em kneeling

And im peeling out the hood like i'm speeding

Got that nigga jumpin to the roof not the ceiling

Pull up on the tab got me tripping got me seein'

All the lives and the souls that i been taking

Im capping like the bottle that I'm drinking

All these caps and these lies got me thinking

[Verse 6]

Hard on the beat

Bernard on my feet

Cut the corner in life so it's

So it's hard to bleed

Been rappin' so long that it's hard to leave

Made it to where I'm at now when they said its hard to achieve

Crazy enough so I'm parting the trees

Makin' it hard for me

Chains for all my shooters

Rari's for all the looters

Houses full of tens but I still don't know who's cuter

They want to see me fail but I'm back on the grind

In the trap I like to pack a mack or a 9

(immaaaa)

Shoot you down, you wanna know why?

I heard you talkin', I Know you wanna see me die

I ain't lettin a bullet come near me

But I let it rain down on you

Strike your cousins house

And imma bring my whole crew

Friends shot and I witnessed it

Shot over business

Don't ask for forgiveness

Gunned down with this quickness

Body bag wrap it like christmas

Rappers now just mumble, I don't get it, get off, what is this, im done