[Verse 1: Peli]

Yeah, I cold start this shit like it was a V8

I savor the fruits of my labor and leave a clean plate

Got spoons on my eyes the way that I cannot see hate

I sip on my C2 while chillin’ in CA

My current course of action be actually back shattering

Honing my craft, mastery

Leavin’ with mass casualties

Match lit with the gasoline, spit fire, it’s splattering

Icarus with the way he tried to see if he a match with me

I don’t overcomplicate shit

This checkers, not chess

I might take all of your pawns and then move on to the next

I’m just here for the rhymes, nothin’ morе, nothin’ less

Seen the best on thе rise, that’s the reason why they pressed

Killed the track back-to-back, shit, we let the blood spill

I snapped like the cap that’s on Ibrahim from Dreamville

Criss-cross the line and get your shit rocked like big wheels

Ridin’ tarmac, but shit, we beyond that, yeah

[Verse 2: A-Chris]

Uh, sometimes I look with the insight

Takin’ flight like Wright or 23 like Mike

Other times I look at the sky

This world is fuckeded up and I be wonderin’ why

Another destination, some other situation

That I be facin’, opps always stay hating

I’m takin’ another breath, step by step

Get my money, racks is stacked

Baller on the best team

Take it to the extreme with a dream

Dollars and the bling

And I do my thing like Key Glock

Pumping like Reboks

But really I be looking for some J’s to cop

Got the game on lock

Drew the plan with chalk

Outside the box

Skills unorthodox

Try to analyze me

But I keep surprising

Risin’ to a new level

Steady levitatin’ on the instrumentals

[Verse 3: Peli]

Up in a mind of motion

The madness of all the moves that I’m makin’

And of the path that I’m takin’

Is kinda alien to those without ambition

Got fire in me, ignition

I’m goin up like a piston

I’m surgical with the incisions, yeah

Cut it up and chop it

I’m top gun in the cockpit

I’m flyin’ through all these pockets

I run the track and then stop it, yeah

Then run it back and deposit

You takin’ ‘em shots and I blocked ‘em

I got the game in my palm so there ain’t no way you can stop him

I’m tryna make my moves, I step like J’s

The way I run the race, I leave ‘em in my haze

I play mind games, I play my games

I play my way, I just control shit, ignore whatever they say

[Verse 4: A-Chris]

Okay, now tell you sum’

Or can I tell you nun’

Hop up in the V8, nigga, yeah, I'm big stuntin’

Got these opps and, yeah, they be big runnin’ to the hills

Keep it for real, damn, I really gotta chill

On the V8, got me going like 2 hunnid

Whole party jumpin’

Oh, damn, yeah, I'm stuntin’

Why these sucker niggas always gotta be frontin’?

A-Chris the one, damn, I'm top gunnin’