[Part I]
[Verse 1: Jes,]
Look it in your eyes
I don't see no skies
Why you gotta lie?
Ima put a pussy bitch in his place if he talkin' wild
Ain't nothing to [?], why you tryna clown?
I do my own shit, it's all in my sound
[?] this shit with Elena
[?] bitches can't pay for the feature
I'm cool and I'm doin' my shit like a solo act
This ain't that jackbox but I got the party pack
Overheard gossip, I heard you was talking smack
Last time I heard 'bout you, you wasn't talking racks
[?]
For the last time, can you please stop the fucking cap?
For the last fuckin' time
[Verse 2: Jes,]
[?]
You can't get ahead tellin' lies
You might have a chance if you try
Who are you, who am I?
Oh, you wanna talk to the god?
Well you're gonna have to get through me first
With the squad like Weezer
Bad Religion on my t-shirt
Punk shit and I mеan that
Wedding cake, yeah I smokе that
Travel 'round like a nomad
I'm havin' fun and you should know that
Two shots, too fucked up
Make music that's fucked up
Independent artists gonna win, all these industry plants get fucked up
[Part II]
[Verse 3: Spectratio]
Tell me what you wanna know
Or how it should go
I like to keep up to chance, not what I know
Pull up in that '02 Tacoma
Jaws drop when I end your whole persona
[?] just don't mean shit
I only need one shot, and don't take his
If you see another rapper you want to quit
All you gotta do is call the coast guard, bitch