Verse 1:

They’re saying that I’m ill, it’s why you rappers sick of me

Slick MC, vividly kicking heat, kiddingly shits on beats

Got you mad I’m adding style when I write, calligraphy

Verses like it’s infantry pointing at where your district be

(Ooh!) It’s clever you never would ever should tempt me or test the kid

You better get better at writing your lyrics and wording your verse, invest a bit

More than you’re doing or rest in six feet under, or I suggest you quit

The Exit is, that-a-way (Walk)

Bitch I’m pistol whipping with the bullet bars, trigger flicking pull it hard

(Bang) Clip in fully charged, hit you from the boulevards

Yeah, It’s like I spray lead with a grey lead it’s a brutal job

Cruel to all, loser crew and stupid squads

So you think you’re making moves, wait til we manoeuvre ours

Take it as a new regard, best you don’t remove your guard

No, It’s only right and time I kill your façade

And to you atheist you’re witnessing a syllable God, Amen

Chorus:

I don’t want to say out loud your names

Cause’ we don’t have the time to play your games

We’re busy driving way past down your lane

Go, try and do the same

I don’t want to say out loud your names

Cause’ we don’t have the time to play your games

We’re busy driving way past down your lane

Go, try and do the same