[Pre-Chorus: Luka Pryce]
I'm going hard in the kitchen
Y'all better run up the plaques
That nigga Pryce on a mission
You cannot argue with facts
Try me you might just go missing my nigga
They taking you out in a flash
Y'all niggas say that you winning
Y'all niggas better do that
[Chorus: Luka Pryce]
That nigga out on the loose
That nigga packing the juice
Swerving in his mama whip
Whip it around like a coupé
That nigga madder than you
Nigga you better than who ?
Y'all finna talk like a bitch
My bitch is hotter than you
[Verse 1: Luka Pryce]
I say fuck all that industry trash, nigga
Me and Hash in the back and we blasting
I'm tired of this niggas, they whack, nigga
And I'm a whack nigga assassin
See, I ain't even tryna rap with you niggas
You get on the mic and you're capping
See, I might even start to write for you niggas
I get on the mic and it's practice
See, I'm not shitting on anybody
But a lot of you niggas gotta go
And I told my pops I be leaving the crib
And I'm coming back home with a lot of dough
Now I just might give 'em a verse for the stinky
I'm doing these niggas like dominoes
And you might just be a lil' GOAT in your city
But dammit, I'm Zulu, slaughter goats
Now Back To The City, I be fucking it up
I got a bag full of beats and I'm running it up
It's a wrap for you niggas, think you better than us
It's back to back then I'm backing it up
But I'm the same old nigga, new raps and shit
Pesos nigga, they bag a bitch
Cape on, looking like an activist, but they wrong, nigga
I'm an antagonist, but I gotta play on like FIFA
Then I gotta hold it down like this
Crown on, stand tall like Caesar
Head down 'cause I mind my shit
I fell in love with a girl named...
Swear to God, she a bomb-ass-chick
So I gotta stay fly like jeepers
If I gotta hold it down like...
But I done got outta system
I'm out on the loose
Go up and down, I pump like a piston
So cava the juice
It's in disguise, believe in the vision
Niggas that fuck with the truth
But I'm from the South, nigga, I've been in ditchies
So I just give em the deuce
[Pre-Chorus: Luka Pryce]
I'm going hard in the kitchen
Y'all better run up the plaques
That nigga Pryce on a mission
You cannot argue with facts
Try me you might just go missing my nigga
They taking you out in a flash
Y'all niggas say that you winning
Y'all niggas better do that
[Chorus: Luka Pryce]
That nigga out on the loose
That nigga packing the juice
Swerving in his mama whip
Whip it around like a coupé
That nigga madder than you
Nigga you better than who ?
Y'all finna talk like a bitch
My bitch is hotter than you
[Verse 2: The Big Hash]
Just made a hunnid thou, nigga
Why would I thow in the towel, nigga?
I am a qualified spitter
Not to mention, I am a breadwinner
Bodied a verse, sent it back in a body bag
The file came with a zipper
I am bag getter, hands on
Ain't talking rock paper scissors
We on the block, you been on my cock
Better get off it, the pen is a Glock
The Glock in my pocket, look at my talent
Put it on God, I got too many pockets
Niggas is garbage, Biggy stay heartless, nigga
I really be on some shit
I'm wearing Beyoncé, fuck what the frauds say
Nigga, this isn't a counterfeit
Said I wouldn't be here but I'm in this bitch
Same old nigga, new money
Same old nigga, blue hunnids
Same old nigga with a brand new budget
Dom P came in a ice full bucket
So many niggas out here say Biggy they big bro
Some niggas calling me cousin
I'm about the moola, the fetti, the cash, the guap
No time for the dumb discussions
Niggas out here don't make no sense
Word? True
I mean, y'all make so much noise out there on the bench
Like, why you upset?
And why you wanna test?
And why you on neck?
Is it 'cause I got next?
And you had your shot?
Can't shit on my name, nigga I'm blessed
Whether you fuck-niggas like it or not
Give a damn about subliminal shots?
I'm glued to my seat with the crown they put over my head
That means I got a permanent spot
Went from an opening act with no cheque
All this shit was pro-bono to headlining slots
Promoters who used finesse me living in regret
And now they gotta cover the cost
[Pre-Chorus: Luka Pryce]
I'm going hard in the kitchen
Y'all better run up the plaques
That nigga Pryce on a mission
You cannot argue with facts
Try me you might just go missing my nigga
They taking you out in a flash
Y'all niggas say that you winning
Y'all niggas better do that
[Chorus: Luka Pryce]
That nigga out on the loose
That nigga packing the juice
Swerving in his mama whip
Whip it around like a coupé
That nigga madder than you
Nigga you better than who ?
Y'all finna talk like a bitch
My bitch is hotter than you