[VERSE 1 - TILLR]

One time for them praying for my death

Two times for the bars that I got on deck

Three times for the red hot flows that I always unload

When I'm tryna fucking slaughter my set

And impress the fans, I do the best I can

To be the best emcee that will ever stand up on stage

Don't ever doubt that I got flames

Want the crown now, I will not wait

Always work hard, killing it the second that the verse starts

Decapitate rappers with the first bar

I be like Earnhardt, racing to the motherfucking top

If you put me on thе spot, I'm gonna spaz and go off

Don't stop till my heart does, whipping bars up

All day and night, trying to change my lifе

And evolve from a no name to a rap legend

When I unleash the wrath, you might need to grab medics

I be leaving tracks shredded, I'm a little mad headed

And I'm working like I know it's my last session

Got to make an impact

Get an uppercut if you been wack

Keep it one hundred, just spit facts

I don't want to kick back

When I could be shutting down the chit chat

It's another level when the kid snaps

Got to let the shit blast, only got flames in the speaker

Know that I'm a dangerous creature

I be doing me, on occasion I'm slaying a feature

You'll never see me taking a breather

I'm taking a cleaver to necks, I'm a fiend for your flesh

You don't want to know the thoughts that are deep in my head

I'm next I can sense it, spit till I'm breathless

Wreck shit then I hit the exit

I'm a true menace

Leaving all you rap dudes headless

It gets rid of my tension

[HOOK]

Going beast mode till I'm gone

And putting my heart into every song

We staying authentic, fuck them if they say I'm not winning

Cause I be feeling like a god with it, run it

[VERSE 2 - THE Frog]

TILLR and Frog, that shits copacetic

And these others fucking rappers out here so pathetic

You think you got motion but it's low kinetics

Ima make my own story as a Roman epic

Bitch I'm on Beast Mode, rocking the G code

My competition sweating like Shaq at the free throw

The bars are automatic and I don't have to reload

I'm gonna make you disappear like I popped smoke

Oh Bro you can't say that don't be an asshole

Doin my thing till I see some cash flow

Pull up on your show, steal yo bitch, do the dash hoe

Make a little dough, did it quick spitting facts though

I put the fun into function, the junk into junction

And if you keep pushing me you gonna find the fuck shit

If you not with the movement, oh well tough shit

Cause we comin and there ain't no discussion

You seen it, I did it and the homie produced it

Style too tough, ain't no way to reduce it

It's not just a hobby, I live it, I do it

Ask me in public, no questions I'll prove it

How I see my future is rapping no flogging

I stepped in the game and climbed right on that god shit

What's this kids name? Bitch this is froggy

Chains on my neck, boy I always stay frosty

Thought you was popping but your style is awful

I'll put you inside it, the nail of the coffin

My shit is corona, that shit leave you coughing

They said I had nothin but lookie I brought it

Uninteresting rappers that think that they're hot shit

They flow like bran muffin, straight bland with no toppings

These low rate rappers, I'ma eat them for breakfast

Hands get to swinging, we get all the way reckless

Fuck with the frog, you gonna learn a quick lesson

One day I'll own this and they'll know who the best is

One, two, and three crossed off of my checklist

You still lining up, must not have got the message