Produced by Random, Mastered/Recorded by Nel Magnum

[Intro]

Fricky baby, Bvggi blaze

Collector's Item, everything

[Verse 1]

World-play Adidas, Hip Hop Cassillas

The future’s lookin’ bright from the eye of the seers

As it appears, look you gotta face your fears

If you getting all your goals, then you gotta face De Gea

Selasie got me geared, she taking in my b.s

But she knows to be my ears, it would prolly take her years

You still don’t get it, do you? It’d prolly take Leap Years

I am complex I’m aware, My apologies to Pearce

Getting bread like a winner with the brain of B.F Skinner

Hip Hop was a shorty, I’ma wed her like Divina

My metaphors is meaner, that’s a hell of a demeanor

When I rap I bring Katrina, I'm the Rap Steven Pienaar

I am all about my headlines, I'm about my bars, gee

That is why my rhyme book be lookin’ like a graph sheet

Am in my brother hood mostly just to duck beef

Tongue is in the cheek, roll my eye and then I suck teeth

Cos I love peace, Midas with the Touch

And anytime I spit it, my saliva bring a flood

I’m really not the typer who recycles every grudge

So you gotta hit the Brakes, Boy, my life is like a Clutch

Before you got me Gassed up, rappers who just suck at this

My lyrics finna pop a clip, It's Lyrical Apocalypse

Gimme back the title, Fricky baby flow’s ill

You’d never see us going down the drain, Michael Scofield

[Hook : Fricky]

Everything I finna get, no matter what it cost

With a lil' bit of luck, I'mma make it to the top

May God bless the hustle 'til the day we're set to floss

This is word up in your speakers, gotta turn it up a notch

In everything I'd ever be, I'll always keep it trill

I've been hot for very long, Understand I gotta chill

Never fake it 'til I make it, I was set up to be real

Bring that lyrical appeal ,'til I get that deal

[Verse 2 : Bvggi Bryan]

C'est la crem de la crem, this the cream of the crop

Bvggi Bryan and Fricky on it, how the hell could it flop

You know we tryna raise the bar with all the bars that we drop

Cliché! Hardwork's the ladder we 'gon use to the top

They say "today's youth are missing", the statement's stereotypical

The music that I make though, not stereo typical

10/10, I'm good, even in reciprocal

Faded in class, I wrote this, high school musical

True religion, got faith in my genes, peep my marrow

If rap was an African Queen, then meet the Pharaoh

Me, I'm quite a narcissist, Spit from my oesophagus

To kill you wannabe kings and lay you in a sarcophagus

I, never consult unless I wanna know how fake feels

I stay sicker than a patient on some fake pills

Check me or check mate, Everybody press play

Bringing you the sequel, to phony rappers is your worst day

If Moses broke the laws, And Jesus had no flaws

Then I'm not just rapping, you know I'm rapping with a cause

Its evident we killing even to a blind jury

Cos my team and I seen less competition than Blind Fury

That wasn't fiction, those bars, they're all facts

I save tracks, Justice League, member of the cast

Wack rappers of all time, I'm trynna be the last

Ramadan on my mind, Yours Truly, I'm thinking fast (Mr Ash.)

[Hook Fricky/ Bvggi Bryan] Repeat