[Verse 1: Fortes]

No rushin' greatness, whole bunch of patience

Paranoia too, I think I just saw an agent

Caught up in the matrix

Thought of every outcome to every single situation

Work like I've never been vacation

I don't need to soul-search, or try to find a passion

Rappers can't rap now, so they tryin' fashion

Posin', Vogue-in', they want to be on Maxim

I'm laughin' as I'm rappin' cause I know it's time for action

You're the type to read a book and skim a page

Not inhale when you blaze, forgive me, I'm in a phase

Spotlight on the center stage, give me praise while I'm livin'

I am clutch, I am driven, I am givin' people gems

Up to them if they listen, everything is math and science

I'm formin' a rap alliance, sometimes we resort to violence

Wait until you hear the ghost like we're recordin' silence

The white noise, yeah, the right noise

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Yeah, shout out Nickel and Preemo though

Forty-four long on one of Biggie's Moscino hoes

Shoot it, throw it like Dan Marino, yo

Bury him in the desert, I watch too much Casino, yo

The problem: it's no desert here

Shoot him with Desert then, I made myself very clear

Memoirs of a mad man's memory

Fortes probably lightin' weed by the cemetery

Me, I rock a tank top in February, Goose when it's July

Fuck you and that ho you flew out to Dubai

We ask to keep (-), yeah, I'm probably on a new high

Call that shit my new ride

I make you duck down like I'm 'Dru Ha'

They know it's me cause the odor reeks

Automatic gun, they think I came with a (-)

Jedi on 'shrooms, yeah, I can hear Yoda speak

I hustle fucked up, then I probably make my quarter geek

You don't get it, you dumbfuck

Then blame it on dumb luck when you leavin' the dump truck

Cause I don't give a fuck when I'm lettin' the gun buck

Yeah, nigga

Me verse you is like a wolf verse a Yorkie, nigga

I see you sweet, but you salty, nigga

Ain't my fault, so why the fuck would you fault me, nigga?