[Verse 1: Pariis Noel] “Yeah yeah yeah yeah... yeah this where the pressure come in right here”

Yeah--this is how we bring it in out the gate

Telling everybody get out the way

Invade the premise it’s a bunch menace coming from two different cities here not to play

Succeed at never falling short of great

Plan on hitting every point that make

My time is money audamar piguet

Don’t you ever tell me what I can say

Leave town head to a different country cause a nigga hit all the states

Tryna catch a show in saint tropez

Rel how the fuck we playing today?

This a celebration hip hip hooray

For all the moments that I couldn’t catch a break

I’m on a motive just to clear my mistakes

The grass cut low to see all the snakes

Oh no wait (woah woah woah) damn take it slow

Me and L back to back on road

Like Tommy ghost through the wash and folds

We then heard a whole lotta no’s

But I became a yes man--all about possession

You the type to take a hand shake with a left hand

Coming out my city as the goat nothing less then

With I don’t think you niggas know who you messin

Running like jones yeah Pac-Man Pac-Man (yeah yeah yeah)

10 years old when a nigga started rappin

Everything that’s gold that I touch going platinum/

Independently I ain’t taking no advance

This what you call a real Nigga anthem

All from the city where they mostly attacking

Ima be the one to really it on the map then

After this one ima go get a lap dance t

Ime to relax damn (GOD DAMN)

[Verse 2: Lorenzo Burez]: These fuck niggas can’t hold me

Drive the lane like Kobe I don’t condone all that gunplay but I’ll dump this bitch like Genoblili

Two bank rolls me

Block jumping lota air time where I’m from there’s no excuses just have my money by the deadline (I need that pronto nigga)

Look she made a wish in the wishing well begging for new burkin

I just want the new maybach so I can hit that pussy open curtains

Wide body two Lanin this D’usse got me swerving

Spilled the yak on this new sweater cop another pockets never hurtin

Whoa momma never raised hoe but you can try me if you wanna

Had to get it out the mud this for my niggas on corner you can get spinned like a Dj my nigga you don’t want that drama Burt road west side Detroit you don’t want no problems nigga

[Verse 3: Breezay] I remember thinking suicide

Now I’m feeling true inside

Talks with my mother gave me clarity

When I felt crucified

Started off good here

Corrupted by the hood prolly

Uncle said murder ain’t nothing

But getting over your first body

Body more murder land

Niggas know nothing but a couple grams

Living forever wasn't in the plans

Ready to die right where they stand

Only get one time around

Do it right and ya live twice

You like shining on the gram

Then it’s lights out like it’s midnight

Where I’m from you gotta problem

You better say that shit

You got female tendencies dug

They going spray that bitch

Police department corrupt

And the system is fixed

Niggas hate on each other

Like they getting paid for the shit

It’s enough to make a man cry

Felt lost when I seen my man die

Full metal jackets in the winter

Black talons raining from a red sky

Kids gone from a young age

Shorty know how to grip the pump

N he had his first piece of pussy

Before he could tie his tennis up

Everyday a struggle these niggas tryna be lyrical

Fuck a punch line the shit I’m kicking is spiritual

How I survive the drama I’m starting to believe in miracles

I’m the chosen one that affirmation is ritual

Every nigga that I know done been to jail and back

Or been shot n stabbed n I survived without a scratch

Guns pulled on me n everything still intact

Either I’m God’s son or I died and came back

You tell me!

[Verse 4: Whyteboy Frazier]:

Baltimore wtf is up

In the trenches where they found me

Nothing but poverty round me

Dropped me off to the wolves, now I lead the pack, tell em come crown me

I’m the one that they doubted, Im the one that they outed

Call me 360 Fraz, young nigga well rounded

Five thou in my left pocket, Ima stunt hard since my ex watching

‘Fore I wife her gotta test drive it

She get in the whip with and head bobbing

Ain't no breaks with me, niggas can’t stop me

Loadin clips, poppin pistols, I’m the shit, need some tissue

Mail worker, handle issues, I’m conceited, just a little

But this what they like shit

When its beef we don’t type shit

We gon shoot em on site shit

Catch em at the red light shit

BOW !