[Verse 1: Adrian Stressow]

Document us to the documentary

I’m not like what you phonies all pretend to be

I’m gaining energy right off my enemies

They being rude and it’s so rudimentary

Been in my element since elementary

But they can never travel my trajectory

While old friends in penitentiaries

I save pennies, stacking cents for centuries

Whoa

Yeah

All my homies in the building

Finna make a living off it and a killing

Making profit I’m a hero and the villain

Ay, I’ve been steady working the [?] like off-season

I get up at 5 AM in the off-season

Tryna body all these rappers they not breathing

Man, you ain’t the chief of nothin’ but y’all chiefing

I’m only 18 right now, I’m not peaking

They can never see my vision, but I’m peeking

I hope y’all really can feel what I’m speaking

Lately, I don’t know what’s real, I been dreaming

Lately, I don’t know how it feels on free weekends

I don’t let my homies go hungry, they need feedin’

When I get this iTunes check, then we eatin’

Praying for a miracle ‘cuz we need it

I told Juice I need sixteen bars

I never really fit it, homie this the lane we carve

We goin’ Dallas and Deon, I’m finna make my mark

You ain’t taught me like hockey team, we Dallas Stars, yeah

Dropped out at DBU, who’da knew

I’d make it this far, I gotta go hard in all I do do

And numbers on the come up, I’m knowing I gotta move

Puttin’ all I got into it, knowing that’s something to lose

Yeah

[Verse 2: Topi Mandela]

I didn’t wanna have to do it

But y’all done messed around, let me off the leash

And released a new breed of beast, someone call police

Disbelief, I can see the grief, this will not be brief

Murder

Beautiful destruction or irrefutable discussion

All the futile disruptions, fuel repercussions

People cuffin’ all my niggas in chains

Now we paid for ‘em, know I’m bringing the change

But I’m the cashier, with cash ears I hear money

Hit me for a feature you prolly won’t hear from me

Broke dude busy begging for bread, they crumby

I’m selling these line rappers, I’m Geppetto to these dummies

Pulling strings, I’m just tryna set you free

I’ll bet you’ll be better when I let you be

I be the B to E to the S to T

With expertise, poppin’ like ecstasy

You extras need to stick to the script

I flipped the kill switch on, didn’t no one predict

That I would inflict so much pain with my lips

I just kissed Death “Hello” and take up the trip

Chosen by the Messiah, I’m a mess He edify

I’m messing up the whole game of names and not retire, uh

Benchwarmers, I can rep all day

Every verse is a SportsCenter top ten play

Don’t play, you niggas in the non-top ten

Lookin’ at Topi like “How we gone top him?”

Probably never will, man meant that as a problem

Never caught off guard, Mandela does not flinch

I can go bar to bar

With the biggest star, turn them to a transgender

Or a bartender ‘cuz they bars tender

Stick to yours, it’d be best if you surrender, boy

[Verse 3: Kaleb Mitchell]

Daily I’m apt to rip the head off of Satan

I send it back to Hell in a paper bag to make a statement

They couldn’t hold a candle to me, I dismember these rappers

I promise when I get finished, you won’t remember these rappers

Ain’t got the time to make friends with these rappers

I hear them talking out of pocket until I go and put the pen to these rappers

And I’m literally in a league of my own

We think they talkin’ Google when you say he peepin’ the chrome

I don’t believe ‘em when they claim that they be banging the Glocks

They’ll be the same suckas that be saying names to the cops

I’m kicking every door down, and I’m changing the locks

Know I was destined for greatness, just had to wait for my spot

And now I’m here

It’s a new era

I’m in a bend over their heads, tell me who’s better?

They said they wanted a buzz, well I’ve been giving ‘em right

Somebody hit BET and tell them put me in a site

They know that Mitchell is me, well he may be sicker than average

Imma call up an ambulance, man I flow like an avalanche

There’s no stopping me, y’all got me high, they be hyping up hypocrisy

Well, Imma turn the opposition obsolete

Obviously I’m a high commodity

In the game of lies and overall monotony

Man, the team cannot be beat, I hit the bass I’m a bit abusive

Somebody make another dance song I swear to God Imma freaking lose it

I’m done with it

I’m going dumb with it

Man, I miss the days when I was having fun with it

But I really need the funds, and yes I do this for the Son

But that ain’t stopping me from making y’all my sons with it

I said I’m done with it

I’m going dumb with it

Man, I miss the days when I was having fun with it

But I really need the funds, and yes I do this for the Son

But that ain’t stopping me from making y’all my sons with it

Young Mitchell