[Intro: Jorge Vidrio]

This is Tama, take 357

[Verse 1: renzo]

I'm a fucking chink, that’s your kink, bet you like that

Something 'long the lines of a cosign shortstack

I know you bitches lyin' when you say you got hard racks

But I’m the motherfucker who gon' leave you in the dust

You the rookie and the vet?

Nah, just another bust, aye

See me tryna keep it lowkey at the veranda

Bitches full of feces, wanna be me without the trauma

Rarely wanna link anymore 'cause they all holla

For someone who's not me and could never deal with the drama

But who woulda thought that a singer could put some rappers in the ringer? (wait, me)

And who woulda thought that a beaner lay some beats hotter than reefer? (wait, he)

Who woulda thought that Isaak Vincent Franklin was a raving cynic, with a different pigment, strictly business, dodgin' anklets, hoppin' fences, and never under pressure? (wait, we)

[Verse 2: Jorge Vidrio]

Me and my homies, we sweet and salty like a Reese's piece

Put words on a god I don't believe, I call that Jesus piece

Hold up, what’s the deal with all these essays sounding like a tweet

Learn from the professional I’m ancient Aristophanes

Rockin' these

Cargo shorts since I’m carrying rocks 'n' weed

Just kidding, please don't send La Migra out to sock my dreams

Rollin’ inside a bimmer, all white like my bedsheets

'Cause my bars been way too clean, you can call me neat freak

I swear to Jesus, but won't swear on God

Where the hell is Vidrio, he went too hard

Bitch you know me, I'm tending to my yard

Use remains of rappers to fertilize

I'm bazooka, y'all pea shoot from afar

Our shit explode like we just killed a star

Going too fast but I don't own a car

Run over y'all playing catch up, c'mon

I feel pent up inside of me lately

Fuck y'all, fuck comradery

Aye, we the Village Hate Society, my village hate sobriety

I only want to be better than the ones who inspire me, bitch

[Verse 3: Franklin]

Fucked up from vision, to skull, to lungs

Fucked up from attitude, damned to servitude

Think it ain't real? It does

Ain't ever rain where I stay, stay chasing checks, checks out

Try not to fiddle with digits

Back to zero 'fore your pop stop fizzing

Took you for a walk, now you're missing it's a given

Invest in the block 'fore the stock had risen

I'm never wrong, that's my slogan

Ranking up till I'm shogun

Keep it fresh, never frozen

Take you out, I'm your colon

I'll spark you up, Colonel Volgin

I've never voted

No traction so he

Acting like he granite, hoping niggas would indite it

Can see it in your walk, keep big shot talk, might hear a (yawk yawk yawk)

[Verse 4: Jorge Vidrio]

Aye, cue the intro music

I ain't make it but I choose it

I ain't starting from the middle

My teeth yellow, my tongue brittle

But I'll fuck around and fiddle

Crash my car or get residuals

It's all up to if I win the case for killing instrumentals

Half man, half beaner on the beat

Don't get close to or approach him if you see him on the street

Cut his teeth on breaking bones or is he bleeding just to bleed

And he tired of commercial bottom feeders on his feed, yuh

Motherfuckers wanna send me home

Motherfuckers wanna steal the show

Motherfuckers wanna shave that's close

While I'm waking up from fucking comatose

But I ain't even gonna talk about it

'Cause I ain't even got a mouth to bite it

The Tama want me vilify it

Me and my boys crooks and liars like that

[Verse 5: Franklin]

Dope man, dope man live down the street

And now he bragging that he knowing me

What I decree got 'em grinding teeth

Thieve and grind your weed 'till it's snowing kief

Barrier reef going up in plumes, carry my beefs 'till I'm meeting doom

What it do to you and your crew, who's really making moves

You just knew that it's coming soon

Itty bitty nuts, got no guts up in you

Gotta find a rut that you walk home into

Gotta dodge the cuffs, path to duck up into

Never made a fuss 'till my cusp, then breakthrough

(Hey, hey) Fuck what you say

It get switched up like a soup of the day

You'll get bitched up, you're the snitch of the day

Mouth full of my dick, couldn't hear what you say

Felons can't vote, they too scared of the smoke

On the low 'cause we broke, but we doing the most

'Till the doc is scribbling overdose, don't settle nigga, simmering's the most

Fire to pan, I lived coast to coast

Look at me now, I got the most to boast

And now my street name international

Franklin going beyond post to post to post

[Verse 6: renzo]

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, gimme some space

Got a problem, put my fist to your face

Killin' all 'em, but I don't do the race

Half of you don't know the shit that I say

Keep scrollin' thumb on your media

Baby look sweet, but don't fuck a bitch with chlamydia

(Don't fuck a bitch with chlamydia)

And I'm higher than the motherfucking ceilin', aye

Please go fall in line, I ain't dealin' with that shit today

Come and suck on my dick

'Cause I'm not too fond of the foreplay

Have you bitches cry on the way back to your mommy place

Gotta stop givin' my time to the fake, hey

Got a check finna spend on the topshop

Want a Lexus I beg for a droptop

Cook the game up the broth like it's hotpot

Keep it comin', you know I put time in the sweatshop

Cause I keep livin' up to your fears

Petty bitches, just give it a year

We'll be all over articles, signin' chests and buttin' heads while you stuck in the rear

[Outro: Franklin]

There we go