[Intro: eXceL]

I wanna hear respect in these niggas voices when they talk about us

I gave you fair warning nigga

I told you motherfuckers

This ain't no fucking joke nigga

[Verse 1: eXceL]

We got the famous hooks like Oscar De La Hoya

Leave these beats bruised up, like the eyes of LaToya

Jackson, I'm a warrior, Speedy Claxton

I be Jamie Foxx, all these other rappers Braxton

Leaving niggas on the floor for more, I'm sure

My status elevated like a cocaine spore, leave em'

High and dry like tides, but I be cleaner

Far from average, but couldn't get any meaner

Fuck an S3, I'm the greatest in the galaxy

Bodying anatomies, with lyrical fatalities

Got the crazed flow like pipes in an asylum

But I never lie

Smash your phones together, that's an iPhone 5

Can't even call for help, like your iPhone died

Siri said you hot? Well your iPhone lied

These labels tryna front like I'm not that guy

Like stuck up celebrities, they don't got no time

They just not gon' sign, a real motherfucker

They cannot see why

These other rappers similar to Chris gay Bosh

Tryna team with Wade and LeBron and think that they hard

But be softer than a fucking marshmallow on a pillow

Next to the bare ass of a baby with a willow in hand

I got blueprints, these niggas got plans

And wonder why I kill em, every way, every damn

Time the stepping forward, ain't no weapons that can short us

Passing judgement, but could never really court us

Put the metal to your face like Victor Von Doom

Or Tony Stark, Optimus Prime, I got the spark

And energon, to go on, on any song

I do belong, in catalogues, and plenty long

Lists of spits who shit, bringing them hits

Of rappers who box in the booth, spitting them fists on a rope

I hope they can cope

[Verse 2: Kfrxsh]

I heard em talking bout the present and the future

But niggas living in the past are only out to shoot ya

And I could tell you stories ‘bout rappers who never made it

40 years & still in the club sayin’ we made

All iced out, but jewelry is gold plated

Spent a thousand on ya clothes, ya style is outdated

Faded off the henny but that is an understatement

I been killing beats for years, but a nigga just underrated

I heard ya top 5, I probably wasn't one of em’

5 bad hoes & I bet you I'm fuckin 2 of em’

All ya favorite rappers I bet you I'm killing all of em’

Stunting on the gram, ya likes, you bought all of em’

Come on, why you acting like you living lavish

A 9 to 5 beat a jail sentence any day

Blowing all your cash, never saved for a rainy day

Open up the window let the rounds from the semi spray

A hollow tip’ll hit you a nigga first, call it Ray J

And it can't get no realer, never been a killer, but hang with gorillas

Style is on point, John Wall with fashion sense

That mean I ball & all you do is ride the bench

You see the clothes never make a man

You could wear a Gucci belt & still be a booty nigga

Broke niggas always be the flashiest with no swag

I wear a $20 dollar tee & probably still bag

Which ever girl, you be all up in her DM'S

I hate a lame nigga, I wouldn't wanna be em’