[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]

Yeah, I like a bitch that suck dick with a kung-fu grip

My whole squad on that shit, them niggas come through lick

It’s the god, I told you that my brains ain’t right

And how you gangsta when you niggas look like Rainbow Brite?

Bitch, I’m watchin’ for the serpent

I came from the dirty, couldn’t wash ‘em with detergent

With the Glock, I’m like a surgeon, blaow, Dr. Oz

I box the art, Doc Ock, long arms

I box with God, Basquiat, ugh, murals in the hallway

The mic in good hands like that nigga from Allstate

Fake ass and titties man, these bitches are all fake

Pussy good, I took her out for dinner, she mall steaks

Y’all niggas CB4, I smack a privileged white boy that holds a tiki torch

I’m evil, I play with the Ouija board

I kill a nigga in the 8, they in the Pete St. morgue

How you gangsta? Won’t approach me without ten dumb goons

I kill a cripple nigga, give ‘em ten gun wounds

I might nuke a nigga like I’m Kim Jung Un

Them crackas still look at y’all like “them dumb coons”

Fuck ‘em, live and embarrass ‘em, high as a bird

Green wallabys nigga, Heisenberg

Click clack blaow, say your final words

Animal lover, all kind of fur

Hold up, let me chill ‘fore PETA trip

I give a bitch hard dick and pita chips

New year, new money, amnesia bitch

I don’t remember you niggas, you haters can eat a dick

What part of the game is this?

I got a hand full of organs, what part of your brain is this?

I’m the captain, y’all are fractions

You niggas play the back like civil rights didn’t happen

I really kill ‘em, these bitches be in they feelings

I give these hoes dick, now she faintin’ like Wendy Williams

You call that nigga fam but these niggas really be villains

Plottin’ on your death, know the karma gonna really kill ‘em muthafucka

[Verse 2: Demrick]

We handle business, just scaleless livin’

Boy don’t you doubt that

My hittas rackin’ riffs just like some outback

And fuck yo contract, fuck yo deal

Save them fairytales for them other rappers

Yeah, I know ‘em very well

Sickle cell, look in the eyes, you can tell

If he gon’ ride or hide and go and tuck his tail

Fresh outta jail to a house in Beverly Hills

And how he got there would probably give you the chills

‘Cause niggas makin’ deals with the Devil, I promise

Rather take my time and grind, I’ll get it regardless

Aim at the target, hit the shit direct, cut the check

We in effect, you gon’ need more than a rep if you gon’ intercept

God in the flesh, resurrect it real, yeah you gotta know it

One Week Notice and every verse that I drop is golden

I got that gold Henny bottle flooded with the diamonds

Some say I’m overdue, I call it perfect timing, bitch

[Verse 3: Emilio Rojas]

Now I ain’t rockin’ any gold but I'mma Latin King

I don’t have a single gang affiliation, I just rap and sing

Cuban link on the Venezuelan, don’t fuck with the rich and famous

Because they look at us like we nothin’ but spics and vagrants, nah

Fuck immigration, they just wanna rape us

And everybody livin’ here is an immigrant except the natives

Our people givin’ 'em everything except our papers

And they done did it all to us now except to pay us

The conversation when they talk about race in America

They don’t mention like any Hispanic faces

But slavery still exists if you never get livin’ wages

Even if it’s illegal, it’s a fuckin’ violation of your human right

Whatcha know about walkin’ through the night?

Hillbillies gunnin’ you down if you ain’t movin’ right

The heat and the lack of water’ll make you lose your life

Your family gettin’ deported, shit, you could lose your wife

And everything that you sacrificed is gone

Brilliant minds treated like they should be mowin’ lawns

Way before Donald, the drama was goin’ on

They pullin’ over our cars, they ask us to show our cards, ah

They profilin’, brrrrrtttt, they so violent

And they expectin’ our people to go…

They see our culture and food and they fetishize it

And every dude want a Latina woman beside him

But they don’t wanna hear about how our family came

Can’t roll they R’s, can’t pronounce the family name

To be a slave, homie, you ain’t have to be chained

It’s ours too, we just have to go claim it, muthafucka, what up?