[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad] I take a drag at the square I feel anxious, spit dangerous As the verbal appears, is reflecting my perspective Beer goggle and fear Roll model so hallow Shadow adolescence and a gaggle of them bitches Road to the riches still paved with the ditches Get caught up in the hype, your career is for a night I ain't these other niggas, cause these niggas is fake They ain't popping shot, these niggas is Papa Doc If I ain't shining, beat me up in a rhyme? spot No crying til I'm in pine box I got the bitches hittin Mikey like where Zay at? Probably fuckin on her friend, probably LA at Probably plotting on a mil staying where [Fay]? at Bitch don't run your mouth we don't play that Mama taught me better Can't count on niggas, can't count on weather Go figure nigga They ain't worried about this cheddar Them niggas just sky diving in my propellers I don't feel them Ain't trying to be no freshman, I'm chilling Cause they'll bring a knife to the fight, and not kill em Me and my niggas is hungry, we're willing To bring a little ho to the party and Meek Mill 'em I feel like talking my shit Come in the house, acting friendly, you can suck my dick [Bridge: Isaiah Rashad] I'm praying for some good rappers and a fleetwood Where I gotta bring my A game, you just D goods We don't wanna hear that weak shit, nigga speak up Rocking old flows corn rows and a beeper You niggas hoes, you niggas hoes And I ain't even trippin Cause we'll be laughing to the bank and riding by these niggas Mikey bring that mink with your low body Bentley Put the hood in the fucking trunk and bring the party with me [Hook] I came, I saw, I conquered I shot you down Your brain no have no conscious What you do now? I came, I saw, I conquered I shot you down I bang, I bang, I blocka What you do now? No bitch ass rappers, I shot you down No sensitive niggas, I shot you down No bitch ass rappers, I shot you down No Hypebeast pussies, what you do now? I came, I saw, I conquered I shot you down Your brain no have no conscious Don't make a sound What you do now? [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Everything takes time, are you sellin' are you buyin' nigga? Get rich or die tryin', Yay yay on the stove I had the choppas... Just a young nigga, trynna get some hundreds I had a little bucket, yeah I rode it like a Benz Yeah I spun my little ends on that bullet Tell me who you trustin'? Look I got my faith in god, 'cause these clown ass niggas all busters These niggas not Jesus, they ain't gon' die for you And only time will tell, what's gon' lie for you It's funny right, what a couple lies'll do But seein' is believin' what defines the truth I keep shooters on the wing when I'm ridin' through And if niggas out of bounds, they gon' probably shoot 'Cause killin' is the hobby East side niggas, yeah we known for catchin' bodies I used to have a deuce-five, ridin' on a trolley On my way to school, like dare a nigga try me Look, 'cause where I'm from I'm a blood on the now Surrounded by blue water, sharks all around me Pigs on my ass, hoes trynna drown me Niggas know I'm up, so these haters wanna down me Niggas know I'm king, but they don't wanna crown me It's okay, I ain't 'bout to whine about it, look A real nigga, for real nigga, now check it I'm still here, I'm still counting my blessings With no chains on, with no rings on Watching these fake rappers, gettin' my aim on Pop a shot, kill 'em all And watch 'em fall like confetti, fuck 'em all It's just me and my niggas, we takin' over the game And since I conquered this craft, nothing would be the same [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q] Not a dolla on me, this home invasion a payday Two time felon, they jerkin' me on my paygrade Slavin' all these hours, but couldn't shake them, my rent late Makin' 8 an hour, I'm leanin' towards my A-K Moms think I'm viscous, don't want me around the kitchen My living room, bathroom, my bedroom was evicted Missing from your home room, my good grades was crippin' Before I even learned division, nigga I learned the mission Seem I'm from where fiends scratch that itch, won't hit the Lotto From where fiends fix that fix, and not a bottle And that little nigga that missed that bottle gon' catch a hollow I might even throw him, pyro, pyro See the set don't make too many niggas rich that I know You either gangbang, sell dope, or bet on the fold Seeing money on ground, my eyes glued to the floor A double-deuce by my toe... get it and go I feel stuck in my ways, a nigga just trynna get paid I'm tired of answerin' questions, why Oxymoron delayed? See I was thinking November, but January is sweet They say my setbacks is free, might have this one in my sleep So January agree, get a taste of this gangsta See I'm just trying to eat with a freak of the week I just wanna hit 'em and leave 'em, dawg They're yours for the keep You gon' be kissin' them brauds, my sperm on they teeth Last night was nothin', this morning I'm a hero No belief in me dawg, they said I'm a zero Cocaine, cocaine, rock, rock, kilo Fishscale cut well, you won't find Nemo Pull up to the block, and they call me real nigga See I can be a real nigga, but my daughter see me bigger See a body full of love, and yours full of liquor But you'll always be my nigga Yeah, you'll always be my nigga [Hook]