[Verse 1: Z.I.Z]

They never see me coming

Fuckin wit that ghost

Shout out to the team

I'm sorta that coach

Only say what I mean

Truth is hard to swallow

But I'm only gonna say this once,, I am King

TWISTing OLIVER's mind

Until all of it's mine

Sneakers on in my mental I'm running out of my mind

No worries out of my mind

Ain't such a terrible place

I'm here to stay so I mightt as well get a hell of a place

Life's a hell of a race

I don't see with my eyes

Matter'v fact I close'em up then examine the world thru my mind

Its wat i do

My verses sting like a python

I'm no longer normal I morphed into a hell ov a tyrant

I'm calling shots, tellem other niggas do as ii say

Sorta new on the block so y'all niggas better start gettin used to ma face

Let's face it most y'all out here spit basic

But we tryna elevate that a little

Take it to a place where what sounds great right now is infact a little too loww quality to be number one

I wanna be number one

New era

No errors

Bet I'm already number one

Hold up

Make sure my green rolled up

Purple liquid po'd up

Ma niggas call it coda

Shout out to the ex Tope Toda

Z.I.Z

Yea we in it to earn

Win or lose get it ?

Yea we in it to earn it

Check the shit that we burning

Man we boys is on fire

We too hot for the devil

Man we burn up his furnace

Its shocking please do not touch with no conductor wire

Rap is my kingdom all these niggas be calling me sire

Probably cuz I'm am flyer or higher than they pinnacle

I took that pound cake for me

Now they feeding off residuals

They told me kill it, I stepped in the game and I killed it

Consider me diablo

Un'aa mean

Selassie I pray

[Verse 2: Mayhem]

They ain't gon fuck with you till you getting some o's

My rap is new school all you rappers is old

So it's my period just pardon my flow

Bars cold so I got some snort in my nose

Quarter millie for a show never settle for low

Acting silly you should know I got Glocks in my clothes

Wasn't born with a silver spoon but I'll die with a gold in my mouth

So when I get grills they probably be gold

I learned my lessons, always walking with the smith and wesson

These niggas devils your homies they shooting at your reflections

It's nothing pretty in my city you better get your weapons

They told me that I'm the best and I tell em I'm still progressing

I'm sweating, my palms are sweaty I'm clutching that mac eleven

Walking the path of glory I hope I don't lose direction

They said I don't got no life cuz im broke that's a misconception

Disrespect me then you be talking to my pistol weapon

When I lay my verses a thousand horses stomping on persons

Working on being worth it , the worst is they come out and curse it

In cursives I'm cursing persons that couldn't reverse the curse

Rehearsals I learn my verses so I could murder not forfeit

You fuck with me you get served I'm lyrically disturbed

You fucking bitches getting nerves I got the killers who serve

You fuck with me, I fuck your bitch nigga I guess that's how it work

You talking shit I wrap em up and throw the nigga to burn

I didn't come here to be stressing as long as you get the message

Wrong cuz my obsession was wrong but it was stretching

Guns in my possession I had sworn I wouldn't stress it

I'm strong cuz my impression ignores all my aggressions

Dear lord hear my confession, I hope you hear me

These hurrs they tryna tear me apart but I can barely ignore

But I ain't never been a sleeper though

4 shots to the dome mehn inhale the smoke