[Verse 1: Hit Boy]

Coming from the corner of the IE now my stats peaking

To paying a quarter milly in tax when its that season

I'm snapping for that reason, I am on my flat feet shit

You gotta pay up, I swear it ain't no catchiness

This is a layup

Young Kobe with the rock except I play out in Paris

I'm really talking 'bout the R.O.C

Made my way out the ferris and now I'm wheeling something, stop

Niggas claiming they wavy and they ain't even left the dock

Check the clock nigga

My beats harder than times is

Niggas struggle to eat and they can see where Barack lives

Niggas stay with the heat but steady freeze at they mom crib

Cousin staying for weeks, room feel like a mosh pit

But now I promise when we go pop tags, this shit is crazy

Running through Aloha Rag like it was Macy's

Working at my own pace now, I'm just stuck to winning

And I am just beginning

And tell me who you know fresher than Hit giving the facts

I'm here to take the world and I ain't giving it back

Cause I made 500 off of them beats before 22

Emmett Smith with my benefits on all these other dudes

Hit the shift with the quickness right in front of you

I been the shit and I'm in this bitch, so in other news

I'm moving fast nigga peep my revenue

All about that new class like I switched my schedule, gone

[Verse 2: Oktane]

HS87 the top is the only space for us

So make like your girlfriends face and give me some space to bust

I don't know what you doing, just know we don't get no sleep

F your girlfriends sister, your main chick and the police

Young god of the flow all you other niggas preachers

Principal of the building at most you niggas is teachers, hah

These rappers watching me like I'm supposed to dance

Your girl supposed to glance because I'm tight as Oprah's yoga pants

I'm just celebrating life with every nigga that I came with

All my niggas ball you ain't got a razor to shave with

Everybody want to eat and not wash the dishes they ate with

But when you paid just call a maid, now watch greatness

If you niggas fly I'd rather walk

And if you niggas doing it I rather talk

I eat niggas you wouldn't last where I came from

And you niggas want that fire so here Oktane come

Okay I'm way too high up above these niggas and way too far ahead of them

Like clicker pencils my sickest niggas will put that lead in ya

Rappers try to down me like "that lil' nigga getting better bruh"

I'm so boss, I'm dope, awesome, incredible, tight, et cetera

Oktane Hussein and Bishop Bin Laden

Supreme niggas my team keep everything sovereign

Young niggas in all black that ya'll duck from

You know the clique, HS 86 + 1

I'm gone

[Verse 3: Price Tag]

It's time to pay homage, to my niggas locked up in bondage

I leave you niggas astonished with every word that I vomit

You niggas ain't rhyming, you failing that whole assignment

I hit the strip club make it rain and change up the climate

I'm off of the beef, you call for the beef then I call for the heat

And leave you scarred like the mark of the beast

Now call for your priest

High School Musical, you rappers all actors

If I leave the game you rappers is all bastards

Hustling backwards, I'm taking the cream route

Niggas saying they the truth with this rapping I need proof

I'm feeling so good Imma cop me a cream coupe

And pull up with some white Nikes, gold chains and a jean suit

Make 10 mill, blow 6 and bury 4

For my enemies them guns get drew to bury more

I pull up with the doors off, call it drowsy

Get it? Doze off, drowsy

Mane these rappers lousy, I'm outtie

Price