[Intro: NotCam]

Yo, my nigga, congrats on the album, bro, you going crazy, no cap, bruh

Muhfuckin, Outside? Crazy. Nah? Crazy. You done even got my nigga Hooks on the track

But aye, speaking of which, what's up with them Brotherhood niggas you be hanging out with, man

[Verse 1: Yung Whurlin]

Brotherhood, this a grid lock

On to race to money, no pit stops

How we clicking out is like a mix drop

How we masked up like Slipknot

I be ballin' on em, no trick shot

Gt the same fundamentals Tim got

Got the same hustle like Tim got

It's a crazy cycle how we spin blocks

Ain't you notice we came for it all

Still on our pivot you can't even ball

Love all my brothers but hate most of y'all

If I need shooters I know who to call

Ice on our neck ain't no way it can thaw

Howl at the moon he a wolf or a dawg

How he got all of VA in his palm

Iron my fist metal plate on the claws

Match our cool, we be wildin with money

All this shit mine and you can't take it from me

Laughing at y'all, but it ain't really funny

Ninas is twins, I be aimin em funny

Came up from nothing the aim is a check

I don't know who the most famous is yet

Might be melik, yo I can't even bet

But I'm still pretty sure Timmy got next

Long in the tooth but you know I'm a threat

Killing these beats like I do in these verses

Hold up, hold up, yo I really do Verzuz

Shout out Metaverzuz, mWo, TBG shit, Brotherhood nigga

[Verse 2: Yashar. G]

Yea

Signed my life away to brotherhood

Yea we locked in, we forever gang

TBG, we already won

We a 1 of 1, we are not the same

We peep the hate, stay far away

From all you niggas, yea all you niggas lame

I’m livin good and I'm feeling good

Yea I’m healthy bitch, I cannot complain

Working out, I’m talking twice a day

I isolate to get my mind and money straight

I elevate I’m talking like a hunnid days

A hunnid ways to map it out n make a way

I'm like, ooo

Baggy jeans, oversized T, with my timbs on

Yea I'm sexy, bitch

I been at peace, so please

Don’t text my phone on no messy shit

Always talking bout who did what

When, where, why and who did this

I could be wrong, but I swear to God

To me that’s the weirdest shit

I cannot stand you hoes

I cannot stand you niggas

I cannot stand you bitches

I cannot- ahhhh

I’m wasting my time, these niggas won’t get it

Hate the attention, bitch I’m camera shy

I don't even like to go outside

I don't even like to rap nigga

But I’m here for Tim so there’s that, nigga

I’m gone

[Verse 3: KaiNobodyCares]

PSA, pussy, it's fuck all the opps

Pull up with sticks, you get shot with a blick

I ain't fucking with no hoe that be with the cops

Cause I be hanging with niggas with Glocks

Listen lil bitch, it's KaiNobodyCares

And I don't give a fuck bout yo muhfuckin pops

Nigga, I'll put his dumbass in a box

To clean up his blood, you gone need like some mops

Damn, bitch

I be running through the streets like a bandit

Make a name for myself, like Gambit

I leave earth, man I'm not on this planet

You mortal niggas just won't understand it

Cause I'm the best in this bitch

G19 and you know that that shit got a switch

Shai like from mid, man, you know it don't miss

Beat the beat up like Ray Rice when he with his bitch

Got a gun, it's a massive matic

Platinum status, flipping shit like acrobatic

I'mma clap it, nigga I'm the fucking truth

Murder any beat I'm given in the fucking booth

TBG till I die, man you need to respect it

Ask what the gun called? Man, it's called the TEC, bitch

Yo bitch on knees she gone suck my erection

And you can stop sleeping on me, narcoleptic

Ughh

[Verse 4: P Bobbay (& Febou)]

Steal ya girl like a thief

Better hope that you don’t get robbed

Yea she flying out with me

Give her a tour of the island, Jeff Cobb

We fly her out of the country

You gotta get you a better job

Out here making this money

And popping my shit call me Cheddar Bob

Do this for the brotherhood, Magneto

Son in the mob like Al Pacino

You girl want a good time

I'm making her mine

And bringing the vibes like Febou

(Vibes, BOOM!)

My money moldy it’s blue and it's green though

I cannot sing, I’m hitting these C-notes

Bae pick an island we moving

In the Caribbean coolin, Carlito

That got me thinking

Hands on my chin like I’m hitting the Rizzler

Yo chain old

Everything ain’t gold just cause it glitters

I don’t have time for ya hidden agendas

Flex in September, my wrist in December

Wrist so cold, my neck on froze

Get my coat, shiver me timbers, aye

Bobbay you stop it, you make it look easy

I make it snowman, they calling me Jeezy

Pour up a fo on a beach in Tahiti

James and the giant, where I live it’s peachy

Put my friends on the set like I’m Phoebe

Bad guys forever you know it’s TBG

Bad guys forever, it’s TBG, nigga

Yea you know it’s TBG

I feel the envy whenever he see me

My girl got a Carlos Mencia chest

Her bra size is a DDD

Stupid

[Verse 5: melik]

Who dat, who dat

Brotherhood do this and we do that

We ain't even heard ya name, you too cap

Well, all my niggas spin like roulette

When we saw you outside, you was too stressed

You ain't even look right, you looked too left

Nigga size is a small, he wear 2X

By the time you got one, I got two checks

I done lived a hard ass life

Just a little bit of this, and a little bit of that

Had a lil finesse, and keep moving with tact

You gotta move smart and stay with a strap

But if you in the burbs, you don't need that

In the hood they call me Dora

Hide them swipers on the map

My life IRL stream

I might chill and talk to chat

Tryna get a crib

Out where them niggas call em flats

Bullets lemon pepper

And they gone leave you flat

Call you Ratatouille

Cause you cooking with them rats

Gave it to her, hard D

And she slipped and called me Matt

I just kept stroking it

I couldn't help but laugh

Boy said he was a star

In the hood they call him Dak, he ass

Can't no nigga on this song beat me in a foot race

[Verse 6: Hooks Ventura]

I can't lie, it's been feeling like my time now

Fuck breaks, no waitin, can't slow down

Boutta make shit shake for the whole town

Aye, aye

Lil mami come and kick it with the kid

You gone fall in love with how I live

I hang with niggas that's about they business

You won't make it if you acting timid

Y'all too gassed up

Now I got something to prove and who the fuck is stopping me

Mobbing deep with my team, I'm a prodigy

Recognize that I'm a hot commodity

Y'all can't fuck with me, I say that modestly

Most you niggas peaked a couple years ago

I'm with your bitty and we gettin physical

She ain't a stripper but she sliding on the-

[Verse 7: Anthem Jackson]

Yeah, in my town I'm a Beatle

My dawg move with the metal, Magneto

Tall money, yours Danny Devito

So easy, this shit is a free throw

I'm shooting like Nash

Get to the cash, stack it in mass

Built it up fast, I stay scheming

Even while sleep, I'm paid dreaming

My black queen, in the black beamer

Drive a 7-Series through the 7-5

And I'm well connected, well respected

Cool with bloods and crips without set ties

TBG, yeah that's the clique

You cross them? Your set dies

This here is Calvin 3

I'll be back for 4 & 5

I ain't the truth? Boy telling lies

I hit a hater with a .45

Versace frames give me four eyes

Pass this shit off to the next guy

[Verse 8: Tim Saunders]

This the bonus Track

I just had to tell yo hoe relax

I knew I would have the coldest raps

Way back when I was bumping culdesac

Now I'm Dual Threat, I'm Quarterback

Wait lemme switch it to wrestling

Y'all want the suplex or the torture rack?

Hold up I picked up a check again

I had to loop this for a longer track

Cause I'm on this bitch brethren

I'm on this bitch with my brethren

Why you be singing so on much yo tracks

Well that explanation is not hard

She said that she'd never fuck another rapper

But she make exceptions for Popstars

So I told that bitch I was Katy Perry

I told that bitch I was Kelly Clarkson

She can't believe I'm not a baby daddy

She gave me neck and it made me happy

I'm too creative sit and chill

I'm always working shit forreal

Hit her from the front, yeah that shit is chill

But it's fire from the back, she a Cyndaquil

Champion, I'm on my Oppa shit

Them losers be on the opposite

Coach in the booth I'm like Popovich

Wemby gone be the GOAT, yeah I'm calling it

[Verse 9: Benzo Kawaii]

Now who the fuck picked

This lil sorry ass beat

You bump your gums, you gettin jumped

By the entirety of TBG

I’m inspiring entire leagues

Of anxiety riddled teens

To bring light to their situation

Cause darkness is all they see

So pardon me if I am bleak

But these artists are awfully

Filled with nonsense that I can’t stand

But it’s often they fucking reach

If I tell my crowd “fuck depression”

It’s a lesson I’m tryna teach

If you tell yo crowd “fuck depression”

It’s a bitch that you often see

But we different niggas

Same camera but taking different pictures

A gifted spitter

Same presence but this ain’t Christmas, nigga

Been official

You only come around if it benefits you

Them killers hit you

Them magazines’ll give you a different issue

They puffing like a cig

30 pistols pointed at yo head

“Yo Kawaii ain’t no fucking gangsta”

Bitch it is what it is

So call it quits, you niggas hoes to me

Whole lot of hoes that notice me

I can flow these words openly

Expose the world to poetry

See it’s so fucking dope to me

That Tim wanted all the bros to preach

Cause the closest thing to me is Judas

I’m killing shit cause I’m chosen, peace

I’ve chosen peace, so pick up the pieces

Before I expose the heat

Put chrome to teeth, until my bro home

The whole world ain’t knowing peace

Don’t get too close to me

I’ll explode on anyone close to me

So push me to the edge

Ad you dropping faster than Floetry

See I got motion, B

It’s motion sickness, bitch my flow’s addictive

Potent lyrics with the dope deliverance

Got the hoes appearing

I could hit a high note

Or give em real tears like Covid symptoms

Run up on me in traffic, get to stabbing

Word to OJ Simpson

Bitch I got the juice, I’m on the loose

So mothafuck they feelings

Die fly like Aaliyah, hate to see it

I’m the one in a million, bitch