[Intro: Split Cold]

So hit, hit, hit me on my cellular

My wrist Ben 10, it ain't from earth

No, it ain't from Earth, yeah, okay

No, I ain't from Earth

Run you in the dirt and I gasp

[Verse 1: Split Cold]

Everything is simple, everything is nimble

Every single person in this world's a fucking swindle

Every single person in this world is always on call

Waiting for the day they money stacked up like a U-Haul

And that ain't a bad thing, nah, that's a good thing

Learning hard work and discipline up in y'all eyes

But for me, I can't work a nine to three or a nine to five

Nah, I need the fucking easy way out

So I sit here rapping up inside my room, thinking of rhymes

Sometimes it's real quick but often not, it takes time

I got a lot of "friends" but are they friends? I gotta learn mine

All of this money that I want, I earn, no fines

And I don't know if this is just my blessing or a sign

If this is just my hobby or a job or a gift

But for now, I should wait up and save up and thrift

'Cause in the end, it's gonna pay off, no shifts

[Chorus: Split Cold, Lil Car]

Woah, ain't that something?

Working so hard just to find and dig up nothing

I don't give a fuck if I can't be something

But I need my family good, they can't be roughing

'Cause, woah, ain't that something?

Flexing so hard, just don't know how to put it

Haters gonna hate so I let them hate

But when I come around, I come around like the ambulance would

[Verse 2: Lil Car]

I'm putting my foot down

I'm the hardest underground of the get town

Getting town so ain't flex and get around

When I'm flexing on my wrist, that's a spice down

Yeah, I need a bustdown, a bustdown avalanche

Bitches know me so they come around to say "Amen"

Bitches know me so they take my job

So they go around to a place they ain't never been

Yeah, we have a big three

But what about the underground of the big three?

There's no underground, bitch, try to beat me

Because according to my fans, I'm the G.O.A.T. though

Why is everyone talking about the big three

When there isn't an underground of the big three?

I should be on that list, I should be on the top of the list

Going crazy on these songs like

[Chorus: Split Cold, Kyady]

Woah, ain't that something?

Working so hard just to find and dig up nothing

I don't give a fuck if I can't be something

But I need my family good, they can't be roughing

'Cause, woah, yeah

My own niggas tryna kill me right now

Running outta time, I guess that was fast

Damn, uh

[Verse 3: Kyady]

Visions of my own death

Seen it in a couple of ways, I only gotta couple of days

Supposed to meet bro, man, I should of stayed away

Should of stayed astray

Hope you can connect with this like it be damn WiFi

Shanks bricks, no bullets death at my door, knockin' like it’s high five

Shoutout the ones I can really conversate with

Should've, should’ve paved a path out

I'ma be gone like Take A Daytrip

Man, nigga, I paved it

Uh, this my last song or maybe a feature

They tryna jump, man, I would never meet ya

Sound like I'm snitching like it's 6ix9ine

I'm telling you the future so live yours not mine

But I'm running outta time

So I guess I lost it, I lost my own life, nigga, what?

[Chorus: Split Cold, Lil Car]

Woah, ain't that something?

Working so hard just to find and dig up nothing

I don't give a fuck if I can't be something

But I need my family good, they can't be roughing

'Cause, woah, ain't that something?

Flexing so hard, just don't know how to put it

Haters gonna hate so I let them hate

But when I come around, I come around like the ambulance would

[Outro: Split Cold]

Woah, ain't that something?

Working so hard just to find and dig up nothing

I don't give a fuck if I can't be something

But I need my family good, they can't be roughing

'Cause, woah, ain't that something

Tied to the floor like I hit the ground running

Always growing my brain, I'm always so cunning

And they call me "Big Raga" 'cause the way that I summon, ayy