[Verse 1: Sayla]

Why should I be biting my tongue? Wrong

I plan to rise up, let the pretentious niggas lie on

I got my grit, luck and a whole lot of hustle

Body to brain muscle, got my Gordy on my Russell

I'm so not Cudi, never solo dolo

I'm so not Drizzy, I don't free from my phone

When I drop - freeze, I'm more cold than I'm warm

I can't wait, I got to blow, fuck I'm a time bomb

I feel thunderous, take cover when I brain storm

No venom in this system, I'm a python

Ima get real - Pinocchio

Come deep - Falletio

You niggas talk alot but ya'll say nothing though

I got a problem when I breathe

My lungs say stop, but my mind say proceed

They say I'm so low key, so socially awkward

But they say Sayla's a homie, now who's socially conscious, huh?

[Verse 2: SonaOne]

Another day goes, another dollar spent

Every time I make a Ringgit see another bottom bent

I'm living two lives; one filled with fun and joy

The other one I'm living can't stand that I'm unemployed

Wake up, pay up later with a thunder noise

Pissed off with the thought of buying ciggies with a bunch of coins

Money rules, now obey like shit fairy

If you can't abide by it gonna get pop like red cherry

Want to be the big boss humpin on the secretary, but

Every girl I'm fuckin thinks we're going to get married

Do what I gotta do, rules and alot of do's

Round like piranahs chew

Fly like a cuckatoo

Classic like Shaka Zulu

Half of your opportunist pass on this opportunity

I have to sock it to you

Shit is getting old, fucking dinosaurs

Ya'll vagina-saurs, the fuck ya'll rhyming for