(Intro - Chal Z)
Jeremy saying I'm about to fuck up his studio
Yeah
Bout the feeling, bout to take it
About the feeling, bout to fake it

(Verse 1 - Chal Z)
Fuck my ex shit
On some ex shit
I got no time for this
Buffed up, she told me she wanna grow and move on
Told her baby girl, am sippin on some Move on
New dawn
I feel like Ricky
Ross with that boss shit
Rappers wanna come shit
They say that they dont
Have time for my conversatuion
Wait
Its Constipation
I'm the shit, these n***as can't even notice
All These bitches never really know this
Got no times for these focus
Wait, these broke cats
The rappers coming with that rogue ish
You some roaches
But I smash you
I'll kill you
My n***as, you can't come around here
And make your mark like Matthew
Thats some bible verses
But these rappers know nothing
I put em in a hearse shit
I'm killing them
I'm the grim reaper
U still sleeping on me?
Rappers can't come
Really sleeping on me