[Intro/Skit: JrWorm & 10KNYX]

Ayy, real shit, bruh (No, bruh)

This bitch ass nigga made wings for the both of us

This nigga ate all the fucking wings!

You putting niggas on camera bruh

You ate all the fucking w–

Did you not?

Bruh, nigga, the shit that I cooked, okay then (Bro what?)

I ate food that I cooked! (Check, check)

That you made for us, bruh!

[Verse 1: JrWorm]

Look

Take it back to when I was looking for beats

And nobody would help me

Only looking for cheese

No ease when you in it alone

Now I’m prone to sing my tone

To only homies

Honing in on the bigger picture

Not finishing when this rigor is more abundant than who you said was near

I’m bitter

Years went by without a peer in sight

Figures I’m here to steer a career that’s sevеrely infatuated with how it’s made

Not about thе check it gave

Chasing ways to decay

Why you make a pack to make a stack?

Not to make it last

That’s a crazy way to attack

Masses average

Asking for classics, it won’t happen

Yo one to two tracks turn to ash

Every situation I take yo tape and make it great

Then you ask for compensation

I ain’t saying I can’t pay it

But where yo obligation?

Better word your obsession

I bet it hurt when yo profession only make you smile when the check hit

But they ain’t comin' in

‘Cause you puttin numbers into yo shit that ain’t realistic

With the product that we get, make it make sense

Only offensive if you know you the issue

Used to try and get blue faces

New placement, I hate it

Amazing, the way that we take it

Gimme a break

Nigga, you bait

[Interlude: JrWorm & 10KNYX]

Yeah, nigga you bait, like, be so for real

Bro, like, half of these fucking beats you do–

You be pricing these shits like so fucking high

And its mediocre shit and you fucking know it

And you think you think you doing something ‘cause these niggas is fucking paying for it

Like, bro, please stop, bruh

You’re not fucking like that

You’re not good, bruh

I hate these niggas, bruh, for real, bruh

Ayy, but get yo money tho, I guess

Mmm

Shit, I be getting my beats anyway, like

(Uh-huh, yeah)

Y’all see it

Yeah

[Verse 2: 10KNYX]

Foolish of them dudes to stack rates

This mad fake for the interviews

The cap skates, just grab rates

Cooling with the coons

A black space with bad faith

10K, we the crew

We lack stakes for rap’s faith

Fuck it, we at task

Get a stab at a bag, pap

Y’all was fucking with R Kelly after watching that tape

Rat races at stake

Gag at your ass takes

Put a rapper in my ashtray

We on the pathway to forever

Grew up never doing better

Know we doing it together

Brother speaking all his truth

Rudest when I bruise the booth

Fuck the industry, we proof

That the underground is loose

Niggas want me in a noose

Uh

Prices rising all around

No collaboration found

Shoutout to Kam, my wizard, do it for the crown

Niggas doing thirty rounds

I’m the best that’s in my town, ain’t in town

No producer running me around, I’m the sound

And now I get on beats and say “Check up”

Niggas getting sprayed from the neck up

You ain’t gone invest, fuck a vest, Imma press up

Best up, beg when the bets up

I’m next up

Rackies in the back

It’s under wraps with the blessings

Next cut

We be on your ass, an assassin that sets up

Fess up

Scene transitions

You obsessive with all the etching

Checking on your peoples is a superpower

Loop for hours

That’s how I accrued the power

Noodles in the soup, devour

We ain’t getting stupid flowers

Still can never lose, we tower over

The hoes with mouths throating

Been plotting, I found opus

10K with crowns, floating

[Outro/Skit: 10KNYX & JrWorm]

Bruh, I ate food I cooked, ok, nigga

Man, this nigga wanna be god damn–

Hungry hippo, nigga, hahaha

Shut up, nigga

You wanna be hungry hippo, bruh

10K, nah, 10 Hippos, nigga, hahaha