[Verse 1: Politicess]

If you fucking with the king, you ain't leaving alive

I'm the type to pull the strings, take my father advice

I get the orders from the top, it'll be a surprise

My crew Trebol how they know to keep the stick on the side (Aye!)

Born a dragon, I ain't fucking with no fake fish

Say shit, metal to your top like a facelift

They act like they ain't know me, then you best get out my lane, bitch

Don't matter who's who, one round turn you ancient

I don't get it, why they sleeping on the team?

Any time I be awaken, I be changing up the scene

I'm putting metal through your body if you acting like a queen

You catch 6 Rainbow string any time that I Siege, like what!

If you ain't among the stars, you ain't a threat to me

I battle real Gods, all of y'all fake deities

Hating me, I ain't the type to be giving you sympathy

I'm the one that took away law dignity

Damn, that was a call back like when I hit up Viola

Put more kids inside Viola than kids that play the viola

I might make a bitch cry, now she acting like Viola

For the wood, she giving neck like she playing the viola

Wait, you really thought that you was gonna win?

I'd say that you a joker but you ain't the one that's running shit

Crew with me, all about my bands, we be hustling

You running out of moves, no wonder why you be struggling, ugh!

[Verse 2: IAMCHRISCRAIG]

Pull up on your scene, I will leave your man's gone, uh

Saucing in a pink fur coat, no Cam'ron, uh

Better bounce, man, shift your gears and some

'Fore the don pull strings and turn you to phantom

Bro is sick, no doubt, like he got the Corona

What I leave is arson, I'm a walking persona

Or, you think you fly? I can show you the best

I rip your wings off your back and I can bar you to death

My father and my brother know my life is not a cartoon

I've been laying smackdown 'cause I'm a raw dude

What is there to look for? I'm giving all clues

Sanji dream inside my wallet, money all blues

Hah, why I'm laughing? 'Cause it's our game

Since I was ten, I kept the heat like I'm Lebron James

But now I went and turned your kingdom into all flames

Feeling like a hitman, holler when it is ballgame

[Verse 3: 954MARI]

Fruit of the devil, I make you smile in your casket

I am liable to laugh at all these supernova maggots

Keep quiet or I send you off this island in a basket

White leather with the feathers, I'm the flyest with the fabrics

Keep the iron in my jacket and I torture with the ratchet

I am well-known to miss vital shots like the magic

Rocking gold like the rim on my gadget

Leave your whole body redder than the tint on my glasses

All these pussy niggas bird-brains

How the fuck you let me be the flyest in the birdcage?

Metal on my side, now you dying in the worst way

Hit you with a cue like the middle of my surname

Baby five, shawty on my side with the twin Glocks

Try to test the king, then we spin with the Flintlock

Bitch, I break the law, tell Fujitora flip off

Fucking with the gang, we gon' snap you like a zip lock