Verse 1: KG

Who gone catch that drop

Picking up the care package

Who gon to catch me lacking when it comes to the competition

I’m on Fire Now

How you going to slow me down?

You can’t You gotta admit I’m ill

You got me feeling like silk

Drip all the way to my heels

Put me on the Paris Hills

When you see me you do panic

Calm down you acting erratic

Floss game is tight I be smiling

There’s nobody else to challenge

So why dont you go see Wiz?

Get signs thats gone help you win

It don’t matter what happens you going home with the L’s

You going home with the L’s and somebody to tell

I’m balling like James Hardеn I’m bout to be a Starter

You need a Starter Kit my tеam a bunch of alchemist

I’m weaving through the Haze I’m eating all the grain I’m eating all the grain

Grew up watching papay that man hell of a guy

Phasing through these challenges got so many more to go

Realize its a marathon so no celebrations

Verse 2: LTR4

Head space, niggas feeling frustration

Never question me tho, this is dedication

I just came back dawg I needed a vacation

Just to find out I’m still hated in the nation

Drop like an apple fell on my head

Knew ton of mother fuckers that ended up dead

The feeling of dread weighing me down in my own bed

Like im sinking in the sea, but with shoes made of led

Moving faster and faster, cause bitch im ahead

Nobody came for me when I bled

I don’t fuck with the ops, I dont fuck with the fed

Don’t question me bitch, I said what I said

I’m Later four, I don’t wait for later

I want it now girl so I can saver

The flavor, but I gotta go now

I’ll be back for the head, Like the terminator

I love all my fans, but fuck the haters

Turnin up in ya house like a renovator

Dirty nigga from YO, you a traitor

I hope you get fed to some alligators

That big L talking, never small

This rap court is open, now pass me the ball

Y’all niggas inflate yourself, to high on the shelf, you bound to fall

And if my name coming out ya mouth on the low

It’ll always track back, just know

Cause imma have hundreds of people, screaming fuck you at all of my shows

Woah

Karate kid with karate chop

Niggas is down, someone grab a mop

Niggas want no smoke, you could get popped

Thats why ya bitch modeling for my shop

Yo I refuse to let myself flop

And Imma keep going bitch nonstop

I am the real thing, you a prop

Now who gon catch that drop

Verse 3: Kiki Corona

I know the snakes be around me, I won’t

Let em take my pride away from me

No one gonna catch me drop

It’s a race to the top