[Intro: Counterfeit & Becksuses]

Woah, woah

Fight night in the octagon

Q&A like Comic-Con, yeah

Yeah, hold up

Bexy, bexy, bexy

[Verse 1: Counterfeit]

They be asking questions, they don't really like the answer

They don't really like the answer, they don't really want the truth

So they just gotta refute, now I put them all on mute

Gotta go give 'em the boot, now I pull up to the shoot (yeah)

And I’m rising, rising, looking down on all of them

Went and stick the landing so you know that I won’t fall again (brr)

I won’t fall again, huh, I won’t fall again

Went and gave my number but you know that I won’t call again

Bout to hold my liquor like I’m Chief Keef (woah, woah, woah)

Sinking in my problems, thеy be knee-deep (It's knee deep)

Keep on dreaming now, I just keep on flying (I'm soaring)

Told them I’m not hiring but thеy applying, yeah

They just keep applying, they don’t really know better (they don't)

Grinding for a minute, you know I’m a go-getter (go get it)

Memorize the script but they wanna rewrite

I’m just doing what I know to get the scene tight (that's right)

Call back in the evening, or maybe in the morning

Cause you know that I be touring, I'm wildin’ and I’m touring, wait

My ego bout to die, call an ambulance (let's call it)

I’m tryna set the mood, set the ambience (set, set, set)

Pictures on the wall of the hospital (the hospital)

I don’t know if I’m really acting logical (don't know)

Nine times out of ten, I’ll beat you at your game (that's right)

One times out of ten, you gon cheat your way to fame

Look, nine times out of ten (what)

I’ll beat you at your game (that's right)

One times out of ten you gon cheat your way to fame (let's get it)

[Verse 2: Lil Kar$]

Nine times out of ten, I'mma win, never lose

Play you like a game but you cannot play me like a fool

All these other rappers staying in the box, follow rules

You ain't got no Bred 11, those some off-brand shoes

I'mma play you like a fool, you know I'm doing it to win

I'mma stick with my day ones until the very, very end

In the race, gotta kick it fast, on the final lap

If I'm in last, gotta grind hard, gotta climb back

Gotta grind hard, gotta climb back to the top

When I'm dropping in my album, it ain't ever gonna flop

Yeah, we pulling up on the block, it's a foreign car

And it's the Rari or the Lamb, I could tell them apart