[Chorus:]

I ain’t heard what you said

(come again)

100 shots to yo head

(100 bands)

Run it up for my team

(come again)

You ain’t rollin wit me

(nah, I’m not your friend)

(x2)

[Verse - Tru]

This be that whip in that civic on Lankershim

Blessing they souls like they handkerchiefs

Oh ma god I just exposed all the fake again

Changing up [?]

See that shit, don’t pretend

Don’t belittled by all of the fear of these niggas

They ain’t pullin triggers

They scarin’ you wit’em

Talk in yo face, words they feelin like mace by the way tru be spittin’

Just focus on flippin’ and focus the vision

Flow so potent when it’s hittin’

Kholster holster in the kitchen

Wicked wrist or which is whippin’

Mhhm

Don’t you see that time is tickin’

Don’t you feel it ain’t existing

Holy water through the drout

Demons clogged up all the systems

Watchin my reeeiiign

Feelin’ like blitzin’ but, I’m blazin’

Don’t be mistaken by lyrical mischief

I’m amazin’

Word plaayyyyy

Double enten-don in the flesh

Nonetheless

Soon the best but, until

I’m the closest one yet

[Bridge]

Came near, came again

Game year, 100 bands

Same year, 100 friends

Same year, couple them

Runnin’ through’em, runnin’ through’em

Run’em off, how you feel?

Never trip, it’s game year

Another ball, another steal

(x2)

When I’m on the court, I feel like the maaan

I really do this shit, I really do this shit

I ain’t really into sports, I ball cause I caaaan

Talkin’ bout Hubris, Hurbis

[outro]

Hubris, Hubris

Hubris, Hubris

Hubris, Hubris

Hubris, Hubris