Hook: I think it's time, I know it's time This moment's mine, I'm gonna shine I think it's time for that motherfuckin' grime
JP: (Nightclub) Hectic bars and charged delivery (Fight Club) put the beat down and I write hooks This shit is killing me, aight, look, really B it ain't nobody rappin' half of half of half as ill as me Robot is the realest, B, go 'head, check the filigree I take your girl out, buy the drinks, so call it gator-wildebeest I'm ill diseased, my haters killed deceased, they ain't got skills to be killin these bars I go hard like the shell of a millipede keep it steady rocking, already popping, the Bot is on deck nigga please, you act like you the shit and you say that you stacking chips? Aite, bet, nigga These niggas is fraudulent talking all about how balling they crew is but truth is, they useless, just stupid two-bit wanna-be movers, but they got wrecked, nigga I'm on some grimy shit, make-the-sub-turn-slimy shit Filthier than two girls, one cup, laxatives, and shiny spit and at 2:18 when it finally hit The drop'll make your music folder wipe itself to hide from it
Mike: Nightclub Fight Club, we hot as hell homie You ain't a G, don't say you been up in a cell, phony Your girl a clown and I'm balloons, she will blow me Fake money in your videos: bill-loney Nigga I'm grimy been the shit for too damn long Short fused, blowing up taking too damn long Send a bitch to hell, my dick is too damned long Ya Lord in Hell, cuz you gotta listen to this damn song Bringing a little bit of that grimy shit, bring out the quarantine, this is highly sick This shit is science, you can't deny me bitch, you ain't in my league, I'm on some Ivy shit Split at the shins, you a whiny bitch, if you're a real nigga need to remind me, bitch I'm like a toy in the store: try me, bitch. Act like a traffic cop and just fine me, bitch Put a watch up in my head, I think it's time I get what clocks tell: I know it's time Fresher spit: Moment's mine On my way to stardom, I'm gonna shine.