[Verse 1: TEAMTILIQUE]

Nigga fall out

How many fake niggas do I gotta call out

When everyone was telling me what I better do

And I was too busy stacking up this revenue

Real talk

Time around I'm going all out

With perseverance and patience

Soon I’ma ball out

Homicide all these lines I gotta chalk out

Fuck niggas in my phone I gotta block out

Still talk

I'm the one with remedy

I'm a make sure these niggas here remember me

I feel like Pac in his prime when the pills in me

Pray the lord killing off all of my enemies

Real talk

Top Shotta

Nigga check the roster

Top Shotta

Kill off all impostas

Can't stop us

We some fucken mostas

Black Sinatra

It's a hell of an opera

Sky diven

That's a hell of a view

Tilique

That's a hell of a crew

And if I ever fall or I hit the ground

I just keep coming right back

Back nigga

If that's not motivation

If I don't fucken make it

Grab a 4,4

Quit my 9 to 5

And school all you niggas like this was columbine

On the watch

You running out of time

Look ahead the bullshit you'll find

TEAMTILIQUE I stayed on the grind

I'm dope if you ever wanna cross the line nigga

[Hook: TEAMTILIQUE and John Lane]

And a whole lot of drugs

I could sip something

But I'm cool off the drugs

I could get something

Ya I do got the plug

Niggas wanna talk

But they never show love ya

Show a young nigga love

I’ma sip something

But I'm cool off the drugs

I’ma get something

Ya I do got the plug

I’ma get something

Shorty tell me what you want ya

[Verse 2: John Lane]

Pick you a poison

We with them boys and we making that noise

And the folks said we casing disturbance

Police told me keep your hands on the wheel

All that movement is making him nervous

She at the service

Praying for blacks

Rap about a power surge its urgent

We rap or take power back

Tell me whats good yah yah

Puttin on for my click

Like a real nigga should yah yah

I’m the man in the city

Like ain't nothing new nah nah

I’m the truth in the booth

I ain't ever heared of you nah nah

But I’ll still murder yah yah

We never shortage

To stack up corporate immaculate choruses

John you a genius

Back when they thought I was Zenas

Use to smoke weed with my lean

That was upsurd

Ain’t no more slurin my words

I’m more concerned with the turf

Taking the world

Find you a beautiful girl

And give her everything she deserves

Boy I’m a king

I do not fear anything

I’m not concerned with them tings

I’m more impressed with a ring

Phil or Coby for the team

Boy what you heard

Grade A I don’t need a curb

Wizard Kelly with the words

Flip the script and get an oscar

Know your roll or roll a chopper

Face to face with the mon(Static)

[Hook: TEAMTILIQUE and John Lane]

And a whole lot of drugs

I could sip something

But I'm cool off the drugs

I could get something

Ya I do got the plug

Niggas wanna talk

But they never show love ya

Show a young nigga love

I’ma sip something

But I'm cool off the drugs

I’ma get something

Ya I do got the plug

I’ma get something

Shorty tell me what you want ya

[Outro]