[Verse 1 - KWE]

Ten bands, fifty bands
With all of the bands I be seeing
I be similar to Coachella fans
Got a bigger mansion to house what I got
Got a bigger bank cause I’m making more stacks than an IHOP
I’m the type to get arrested then immediately post bail
All because my skills got me succeeding where most fail
I’m on top of trends, you trail behind like a coat tail
I been training for all these tracks, you got no rail
You stay at a motel, I stay in a hotel
Your future bleak, mine it bode well
Your sales double digits, mine are wholesale
Maybe it’s cause my bars better and I flow well
You take a style and jack it (jacket) with no letterman
Biting off all of these rappers who be better than
You and your noob crew attempting to sound veteran
Your flow slow and sloppy, did the sedatives settle innnn
I am the greatest, ain’t no room for debate
Steady making money off of this music I make
I be living the lavish life that you know you'd be loving
No golf course nearby, but I still be clubbing
I’m chilling in the VIP with eighty models
Call me your babysitter cause I got your baby bottles
Yeah we sharing and boy she feeling generous
So sick now we taking shots, no tetanus
Got my car full throttle, living in the fast lane
Haters tried taking shots but they all got bad aim
A band aid won't cut it for lacerations I dealt
So keep hating while I bask in my wealth
Now if you’ve gotten this far, and you know me
You know I'm broke and I'm loyal to my one and only
Many modern raps be basic like a letter
I just hopped on the topic and proved that I can do it better


[Verse 2 - A. Pen]
Surviving these times is all I ever seem to do
I poisoned my mind with all the hate I'm letting through
But I survive through divine intervention
Don't mention the sin that goes on in my life shoot n missin
Can't seem to hit the target floating by without a purpose
I'm worthless, penny for your thought to make it worth it
Ya heard it never thought I'd sink below the surface
I'm nervous what I'm gonna do without a purpose
Inspiration doesn't come to many only blessed people can get blessed by many
Blessings like the lyrical weapon like twisted wreckage
Twisting your thoughts like vivid memories
There's no simple way to put it so just count up all your blessings
Start confessing the lies the times you told me ride or die
And I been ridin' the vibes while I stay out on the grind
I don't have time to decide I got too much on my mind
Cuz I'd rather be at peace not rest in peace like when I die


[Verse 3 - B-Ryce]
A million times I've worked on the same grind
A million fine dimes I'm wanting to be mine
A million men died shooting millimeter 9s
West vs. the east side all you hear about is violence and killers
Everybody talk like they're the realest
I got the best stuff go and ask your dealers
Coming hard on the track now you know that we the illest
Now I don't care what you're bumpin cuz i know you gotta feel this
Now I travel the maps to pick up facts
And put em in raps and throw em right back
At all these fake cats don't know how to act
Their world went flat they built on the cracks
And show all these jacks who's bringing rap back
If you're here to stay let me give you a tip
The last man who tried to step to me could only trip
I'm out of control you know I'm losing my grip
Just like I'm cruisin through life while ghost riding the whip