Verse 1 (DAX):

I'm going all out (all out!) ball out 'till I fall down, worth

Shots like playing COD now, my songs up in iPods now

(My God!) the way she do it, I be steady asking Ann how she's

Got me round her finger like her trigger, gratata, pow

Tell me whatchu' 'talm 'bout, Done Dream number one now

I serve these grander concepts, boy, I live up in the art house

Wrist game still on Fallout, screw work, I think I'll call out, tell

Trump we'll bring that wall down, I been peeped he got some distortion

Aye, we be Phantom Thieving, aye, normal eyes don't see we

Aye, I got "piece" like Reese's, aye, these kicks hard, shout out

Chie, every track, I am exactly who I be

Setting my Persona free, listen, all you'll get is me

Like Yukiko Amagi, know I be serving hot hot

Velvet Room with Margaret, ready know she's on my thought thoughts

Futaba in them short shorts, man, she's got this down on lock lock

My attacks might go all out, girl, I'll show 'em what I got got

Chorus:

When it comes to being me

Don't got jack to do with you

So you know I'm doing me

'cause there's one way that I do

I do this all out (all out, all out) I'm in my oracle

All out (all out, all out) just thought that you should know

All out (all out, all out) I'm in my oracle

All out (all out, all out) girl, I gotta go

Verse 2 (Mav):

All out, I bang out, go all out like Gohan when he goes mystic

All out when I spit a verse 'cause the metaphors are so cryptic

So instant with this transmission, I don't pull up I just pop in

Maverick is so nice, of course I'm in your top ten

Most people done fell off, oh well nigga, but not him

Sorry I'm not sorry I'm just spitting from my mind though

People want the old me but they never press rewind, no

Never been a wise guy 'cause some wise guys really five oh

Gamer not a gangster, oh I think this my time, yo

Two mixtapes, one summer, damn, I'm the shit, you know I am

Go all out all summer, man, go all out just for my fans

Go all out just for my fam, got two swords, they never jam

Cats rap fast: green eggs 'n ham, we blow shit up like Bomber Man

Yeah, motherfuckers getting over hyped, you best control your endorphins

It's sad to say but fuck ya' plays, you niggas ain't that important

I called ya' mom and she told me she should’ve got that abortion

I go all out, no call outs, I'm that lyrical swordsman

Chorus