[Verse 1: Sap]

Tick tock niggas time running out

Damn I don't hear people run their mouths

I swear we started with less than an inch

Now bitch I'm running miles

Know Sap got a hundred styles so who want it now

Young K-I-N-G please don't tip me

Only niggas who envy pockets be empty

How could you hint tease

Not hungry when I got phonies

Trying to put me down but I remain in my spot homies

Stop homie, this is a greatest of all time spot only

Hit records on my old laptop does not arm it like fuck it

Make new shit that make you sick

Throwing shots and think you slick it's plain stupid

You can't do this without being a barbarian

Kill every verse my beats is where the bars get buried in

I'm marrying the craft, each year I'm renewing my vows

Every day a new bitch ruin my towels

[Verse 2: The Game]

I was working the block

Little nigga I was signed to the rock

Not Hov and Bigs the [?] was big, my row was big

Momma banging on my door, bitch the stove my gig

Used to cook at Chef Boyardee

Chop and roll up tree, enough weight to fit a new RV

Never imagined my path would be to music

Had a ball and a nine because nigga I could shoot it

The bloods recruiting, USC recruiting

All the while I'm in the streets recouping

Got barbecue washing my coupe

Fiends all in my coupe

Banging Biggie "Bitch Give Me the Loot"

Repping the letter B, they said I would never be

The King of anything but the methamphetamines

They was praying for my downfall

Praying that my heart stopped way back before The Documentary dropped