[Hook]

Most official, my first [?], the fuck you thought?

This road is gritty, this hard, this dish

Bar for bar none of y’all fucking with me

Jon Doe flow, I jump in the booth, you jump in my bodybag

I jump in the booth, you jump in my bodybag

[Verse 1 - Reks]

Let’s get this shit straight, poking out your chest like you 6’8”

Barber shop, line up these rhymers with the switchblade

Pussy perpetrating like they pistol [?]

It appears niggas’ fears is here, flow crystal clear

Yeah buddy, no Harlem Shake or Dougie, just a [?]

Hanging from a bungee, king of underground, but not Bun B

Lingered in the [?] town, men will shut us down

Thugs around, Lawrence, thug town, whatever you want to call it

Drama all it ever amounted too

Wanted to get and prove

I belong elite status, these rappers average

And the industry some motherfucking nappers

Futon mattress, spit elastic, zigzag-ish

Not to brag but I’m sort of a big deal

[?] B, flip the collar, a la Fonzy

When it’s gone be

We can keep it cool, calm, collected

Get the Reks with respect or get the beast nigga foaming at your neck

[Hook]

Most official, my first [?], the fuck you thought?

This road is gritty, this hard, this dish

Bar for bar none of y’all fucking with me

Jon Doe flow, I jump in the booth, you jump in my bodybag

I jump in the booth, you jump in my bodybag

[Verse 2 – Ea$y Money]

This is not that forbidden food, Kendrick and Cole shit

This is kill everybody, Kendrick Control shit

My men spit ferocious

Put me on the track it’s fuck friendship, you know this

I’m killing y’all all, I body bag cats when I jump in the booth

My soldiers all lined on the front and we shoot

When I spit a verse Imma make a nigga feel like I dumped in his roof

And he slumped in his coupe, it’s bout bars

You assume it’s common sense

Now niggas be tryna battle with accomplishments

This cat was raised back in the days when they used to rap amazed

Now they tryna get by cause of their accolades

That shit is corny homie, that’s a fact

Picture Jay coming at Nas with a stack this fat

[?] with [?] with a platinum plaque

They done told him that shit whack, take that shit back my nigga

[Hook]

Most official, my first [?], the fuck you thought?

This road is gritty, this hard, this dish

Bar for bar none of y’all fucking with me

Jon Doe flow, I jump in the booth, you jump in my bodybag

I jump in the booth, you jump in my bodybag

[Verse 3 – Termanology]

You want to play games

Like an assassination outside my pay grade

That got goons barely out of 8th grade that spray crazed

Run up in your spot, pour acid in your baby’s crib

Make your grandmother give me head while we take a shit

Pull the U-Haul truck right up to your kid’s school

Take the whole class, throw em in a piss pool

Fuck the world, hope a comet drops on your fucking house

Shattered the earth to pieces, my dogs off their leashes

Go to war with these rappers, cause they’re the fucking weakest

I been the best KFC for with all of my releases

Ain’t a motherfucking thing changed buddy

I treat every match like [?] rings to me

I’m a king, you a peasant, make your bitch slave for me

Make her tat my name on her and piss on your grave for me

You a lame to me, have my crusade get the flames for me

They ain’t playing, they’ll throw you in the back of the Range for me

I’m a mastermind, you better respect my war strategy

Kidnapping em, I’m Bin Laden with bombs strapped to me

Actually they should shackle me cause ain’t no match for me

Incredible Hulk, destroying anybody passing me

Fuck an innocent bystander, we fire hammers

[?] rappers that are battered and take their body for ransom

I don’t give a fuck, fuck rap, take off the mask

I’ll body you in real life, zip em up, body bag

[Hook]

Most official, my first [?], the fuck you thought?

This road is gritty, this hard, this dish

Bar for bar none of y’all fucking with me

Jon Doe flow, I jump in the booth, you jump in my bodybag

I jump in the booth, you jump in my bodybag