[Verse 1: Logic & Juicy J]

Bitch, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I’m hated

I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated

They say, "Drink to your accomplishments," so every night I'm faded

Feel like every other day, me and somebody new related

You're my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? (The other side)

Well, I don’t know who told you that (My mama)

Well, she fucking lied

Ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up

Cut it up like it's cocaine, shake up

All the streets with all thеse beats

I body beats, I'm not discreet (Pеr-Per-Perfect)

This is how I feel on the inside

All you non-talent rappin' motherfuckers better run and hide

You worthless, you have no purpose, fuckin' imposter

You gots to get it through your head

You won't never get no handout

Fuckin' with your ass, it'd be like throwing a band out (Per-Per-Perfect)

My flow increased, my dough increased

You know I leave them all deceased

I am a fucking beast, I’m from the East

I keep the peace, don’t need a piece

But I keep a piece, got it, capisce?

That boy gon' eat, this is a feast

Once I release, I’m smokin' trees

I bought my shit, I don't need no lease

So fuck you up like Master P (Perfect)

This shit right here a masterpiece

I'm comin’ in hot like the police, shooting my shot like the police

All on the block like the police, man, who gon' (Stop, stop)

The police from leaving bodies in the motherfuckin' streets, man?

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]

Ooh-ooh, ahh

Man, fuck the police, when they come to my peeps

He put the hole in his cheek (Yeah!)

Gold on my teeth and my pockets obese

Like I got the get money disease (Right!)

I want my B's, I got more with the heat

When I speak, I put rappers to sleep (Yeah!)

When I get geeked, I go black on the beat

And I'm peeling them off of my cleats

Don't stand in my way, hope you offended today, okay

I got some Hannibal ways and I treat ‘em like dinner today, no way

I get to feeling the bass

And I'm saying my grace and I fuck around, bite off your face

Glock is not tucked on the waist

I just spit a sixteen and watch everyone duck in the place

Perfect, got a bad bitch that's perfect

Just bought a new crib, that's perfect

VVS in my JID, that's perfect

Got a billion streams, that's perfect

And a couple billboards, I'm perfect

See clowns in the game, circus

Red dot, all I know is I murk 'em, burn ‘em

Washing 'em all, detergent

Me and Nicki got a couple bitties twerking

Got a condo in the city full of Persians

And we got a tour bus full of virgins

Swervin, Murci' hit the curb and

Why you dumb rappers ain't learning?

Make it look good but ain't earning

All of your jewelry turning

I'm starting to get too concerning

I burnt up the track like a furnace

Been floating so long, I'm a star in the sky

And I start to forget what the Earth is (Fire)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Uh, I quarantine with a foreign ting

Gucci sweats with the drawstrings, eating X like soybeans

Smiling like I'm Paul Wall, sipping all this Pauline

She got a body like an RR, I sleep inside it like a RV

Gimme Adderall, gimme perc, fuck it, I'm still on full alert

I eat every pussy on Earth and still have room for dessert

I got porn stars on call, I got Warhol on the wall

Point a sawed-off at your skull (Bow) skull all on the wall

Catch your guard dog off guard

Get too fucking high, never fall hard

Cut the lights off in the RR

She look out the roof and see the Star Wars

And these diamonds got no flaws

That's flawless, all wins, no losses

Perfecto, that's foreign, Tunechi, de nada