[Verse 1: Kuniva] I swear on Big Proof I ain't stoppin' I'm not from the projects but the pistol was poppin' Before you reach and cock it, it split through your optics They talk about who really can rock it, who set a few trends Who killing them shows, I walk in, they switching the topic My crew is head of the pack, my wall is covered in plaques Runyan Ave still got my back, my crib flooded with gats Lyrically I am smack mixed with heroine and crack See Jesse and Mr. White be selling me by the packs Schooled by Dr. Dre, Marshall done paved the way Told us if you wanna sell, you gotta against a wave That's why I'm known to serve a nigga any given day When I walk away they talk about what they was finna say Check 'em and then I tell these little niggas, "Get in line" They know it all, how you gon' teach the sun how to shine? Homie this here is mine, I'm hungry I'm on my grind I'm the last of my kind, I'm bred from '99, and I'm repping
[Verse 2: Swifty McVay] Platinum plaques, international rap artists give us dap Then ask when we coming back We done raised the bar, left a scar on your A&R We done came too far, freestyling in local bars To world tours and packin', I'm outrappin' your favorite rapper Half of these bastards Draculin' my tactics Had 'em laughin' off of pills, as soon as we signed a deal These haters thought that we couldn't pull it off, now we did We back on our bullshit, we spazzin' on 'em again With gold paper, insulated booth and platinum pen When I'm writin' I bet lightnin' will strike this mic I recommend you to pay homage, knocking us is a sin These rappers are held accountable for doubtin' The most powerful rhymers that ever dropped an album, we ain't stoppin' Staying dirty in the cut, our blood's thicker than mud We ain't gotta prove nothing, these niggas don't give it up I'm repping the
[Verse 3: Bizarre] You want positive shit, then listen to Kendrick Lamar You want crazy shit, then listen to Bizarre Sick shit, send a thick bitch a dick pic PornHub, watch me nut quick I'm crazy, off the chain, I ain't got 'em all A human cannonball gone off twenty Adderall (Tweaking!) Buggin' out, me and my niggas always thuggin' out Hostile situation, man, I ain't comin' out Power Path, eat you like a Sour Patch Sixty pounds lighter, no shower cap Got shooters, dick longer than a ruler She ain't fucking? Shit I'm calling Uber D12, seasoned vet, Wu-Tang, Protect Ya Neck Don't be like Plies and get suplexed, ha ha This goes out to all of my fans 2016, I'll no longer be a man Ha ha, shout out to Bruce Jenners, man