[Verse 1 - ST]

White

Black

You don't know what the difference is

Connecting dots, never stop, always aim for the top whatever the distance is

We all tryna get them listeners kid, but we can't all flip the script

Some make it happen, constant grind, no option's fine, while others just picture it

I'm tryna set a course to blow up in the north

No mission to abort, when I tell em just to hold up

The game not ready for Green and I

So they got the evil eye always hoping that we slow up

Or down I mean, now I lean, shouts to the Coast and the Alaiz team

It's us or nothing, us or nothing, muthafucka you heard Chibi scream

Now imagine that, a lot of people tryna tell me that my style ain't matched for trap

But what the fuck they know, they don't know shit so to me they opinion is like passing gas

Let em come, let em go, moves and schemes, we never show

Keep it on the low until the classics out, looking for massive clout, by then y'all better know

Shit I gotta bump that, they want a switch up, best recognize I done that

Rolling one bat, Backwood, dumb fat better fuck outta here with your blunt wraps

Pack a bowl and bun that, irrational set of flows call me Bolt I run that

Bitch on my nutsack, track so cold she not getting her tongue back and that's yolo

Oh so? I'm spitting with madness, versatile, stay hitting for practice

Got up with Green, just lace up the classics, it's what it seems, you listening to masters

New generation creating the fabric, your old society's dip is just massive

WE taking over, bring out the caskets, look over your shoulder, we here and that's it

[HOOK - ST]

We steady grinding heavy minded we stay up in it

They want the flavour that's major, this shit's a given

It ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute

We try to innovate, always do something different

Something different, some-something different

Something different, some-something different

Something different, and please don't get offended

But it ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute…

(VERSE 2 - GREEN HYPNOTIC)

Skinny muthafucka, dark skinned muthafucka

Always here to make them moves

I'm a hardcore spitta and a trill ass nigga

Playa haters analyzing my moves

Fuck a rapper swagger jacking my groove

Playa haters wanna see me lose

But I'm steady grinding, forever winning, I'm never gonna lose my cool

CHECK

Real G's think I'm old school, young G's think I'm new school

Underground, mainstream, the both of them seems really cool

They say I ain't lyrical, and I dumb it down

I don't know what they talking I'm here to get the crown

Yeah, to get the crown, tell me where's the fucking crown

I told y'all already to fucking bow down, AYO

ST, we killing 'em homie

Bar for bar, come on we the trillest my homie

Ain't nobody fucking with us

C.O.A.S.T. Life, Alaiz, Liam, what the fuck is up, UNH?

Let's get this money, let's get this money

I don't know bout y'all but I'm bout my money

Let's take over the world and bring the whole family

High Klass and Chibi got the chicks for me

Waddup P, wass da dealyo?

Fuck being underrated man we gotta blow

Ayo Musoni! We gotta blow

Stop playing around, we need another show

Another show, a lot of dough, a bunch of hoes, the flyest clothes

I said a lot of dough, a bunch of hoes, fuck that cut that they already know

[HOOK - ST]

We steady grinding heavy minded we stay up in it

They want the flavour that's major, this shit's a given

It ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute

We try to innovate, always do something different

Something different, some-something different

Something different, some-something different

Something different, and please don't get offended

But it ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute…