[Intro]

At this is DJ Yung Spice Wilson on the 1s and 2s you are now tuned into D.P.R. Radio DAT WAY!

[Verse 1: Will C.]

Switch lanes, I'm the kid that they ain't

Big things I just did what they can't

The foundation, the brick to the paint

Set in stone that I'm gone be a great

In the flesh but I'm gone in the face

Not faded I'm gone for the race

Keep up when I'm changing the pace

Deep cut in the jugular space

You at odds with the people you were supposed to guide

I'm the sole survivor, a whole MacGyver

You a whole vagina

Wrote scripts as a kid it makes sense that I'm the poster child

I'm cold as ice

They can't see me like I broke the iris

It's the rap game poltergeist kid

Ugh, and Right here I'm controlling the light

And if I still can't shine I'm taking over night (that way!)

Put your shades on prepare for the glow

Killed em all in time for me to make it to the show

Put me in a box they so afraid to see me grow

Open up the truck I think I got the room for you

Multiply multiply multiply, kill

Who am I, what am I, without my skill

Lotta people doing crime but they ain't real

If you can't take a hit get off my field

I, think it's time to let me in the game

Ain't no other drills for me to do

Tried to cut me from the trunk up

But you can't live without your roots

I put my heart soul and foot in the game

They put, charcoal and soot in the game

Tryna, burn it down before I win

But I, gotta win Im one within

[Hook: Will C.]

I gotta tell the truth

I wanna see that coup

I gotta tell the truth

I don wanna see no roof

I gotta tell the truth

They been tryna be underground

I been tryna be worldwide

I ain't tryna just hang around

[Verse 2: Righteous]

So longevity driven, more spice my recipe gifted

Stayed gold so my enemies livid

Now my truth got raised cause everything fiction

Have rights but the left lane twisted

Now confused which direction I was given

5 fingers left, better make my decision fo' the shine as a guide Disappear so it's missin

They don't really care about real

IRace, chasin for what looks great

Like you only read one book page

And you knew the rod was connected but yo ass still took bait, Shook fate

People goin ghost like it's PacMan

Got them tellin jokes I'm Batman

Temporary happiness, sad man run in the closet young Stan Had a bad plan, god damn

[But nigga it's in yo control I promise]

Life is a horse and it's speedin the fullest you gotta stay on it, Grab a lil seat

[Don't go and make yourself heartless]

That will never work, might put yo ass in a mega hurt then you End up in darkness

[I'm just sayin to you, I'm just praying for you]

People hatin on the work, on a social network

Callin new boys jerks and classifying who is better or worse With some words

Not a fan of it not a fan, but give you honesty, always can

[Hook: Will C.]

I gotta tell the truth

I wanna see that coup

I gotta tell the truth

I don wanna see no roof

I gotta tell the truth

They been tryna be underground

I been tryna be worldwide

I ain't tryna just hang around

[Verse 3: Z-Wells]

Z-Wells I'm the problem child

The realest and illest kid get your mom devoured

Might pull up at your father's house

With a big rocket launcher and chop him down

On a chick throw a father of Washington

Will C. like a brother we all get down

Tone E is another we run the town

The point 3 like the E it revolve around

My enemies P.A.C. cause they all get rounds

R.I.P. B.I.G and we miss you nigga

The rap game wouldn't be the same with you nigga

Got Wendy's logos trying to diss you nigga

Pray the sky open up when you falling down

That will probably be the same day my fathers round

I am sick I'm a dog I'm from coughing town

Imma' kick all of y'all push your coffin down

In the dirt 6 deep where it's coffee brown

Then I give a bitch D I'm Pauly now

Get to patting on the pussy shes Paula now

Clip a nigga give him bullets I'm Paulin' now

If I didn't rep for the squad then we'd all be down

So Imma' be goin hard till they chalking round

Message to the fuck boys talking down

Dam, woods, and a river you can all get found

Ah!

Live in H town but I don't have a grill

Who am I what am I look at my skill

If you testing nigga look at my will -

Smith and Weston it'll do you like bills

Put that shit down beat a nigga, Mike Will

Looking at rappers I'm seeing you quite frail

And blind to the fact you wack you write braille

Behind this Zack attack you light years

I rhyme like a spaz attack you might fear

Yo rhyme is a ass attack you write weird

You'd all get yo ass attacked in cyphers

Ypu might as well quit you sit in my rear

Flip in high air I don't do gymnastics

I do boom-bastic and do boo backwards

Abracadabra the coupe do magic

Wells number one and I'm who you after

Chicks authentic ya boo too plastic

I'm Gucci daddy you Fubu bastard

Feel like I've had it with new school rappers

I'm fresh with words and my crew too dapper

[Outro: Z-Wells]

I think you know that nigga

Old school Imma' throw back nigga

Skip that where the hoes at nigga

Fist up cause I'm pro black nigga

I think you know that nigga

Old school Imma' throw back nigga

Skip that where the hoes at nigga

Fist up cause I'm pro black nigga