[Verse 1:Torae]

Nigga I hit the track, [dumb it ??] these rap dudes can't tell me nothing

Fit in the back clicking the clack is [done it??]

I got fam from [???????]

This shit is locked down where you runnin?

My shit more dope your hope they catch me in your scope

The ending of my rope fo help ’em to cope better

But now my nigga get it together as long as I breathe

Believe this bitch sick forever trust shit, crush

Hard rocks in the dust all that rah-rah talk

Bring it down to a hush if he thinks big tits

Bring it down to the bus and let's thrusts no more to discuss

Nigga it's evidеnt better and told bettеr than you ever been

Your whole rap is irrelevant My shit heaven sent

I got the gift, little nigga and yours got return to sender

When it come to the bars the outcome of my output is harsh

And make ’em say "oh my God", some niggas came to fame and still be lost

They still ain't ill or got nothing for us it's the proof

I choke trace the mic when I'm in the booth

And often they write that I am the truth A competition [??]

If y'all in the building I'm on the roof on top of a mall

You watching, plotting our [??]

Even if I lose my step, I'm a head of you all

My shit dop like the arm Kurt Cobain put heroin on

Knowing 'fore he blew his brains over the wall

[??] with no holds barred when I pin it

Name a nigga that’s more authentic

I’m more vintage you raw image and I won't stop spitting until you all finish

[Verse 2:Guilty Simpson]

I got an East Coast fam from the city of New York

Hungry sitting at the table with two forks

And Bo knows that it don’t take two sports to ball

I run up in your favorite broad and won't call

[??] summer frontrunner producer

Known to remix his phone number I'm unlisted

Tote the gun biscuit aim bitch shoot you folks and run with it

Come get it arbitual track killer spaz on beats then smack up rap niggas

Heartless y'all all just moving targets

And I’ll prove that it's an improving market

We raise the bar and blaze cigars from the city where they run up and take your car

Running dogs Torea and Marco piss black dark flow

Get that dough and duck narco