[Verse 1: TRiPPJONES]
Red eyes on my face
When I step up in the cake
I be turning different ways like I'm running through a maze
And my hate super sweet like I got that honey glaze
[?] that we come up for the cake
You a puppet for the fame, and that isn't how we rock
Through the ocean to the dock
Transported on a yacht
Hoppin' out the grave like a zombie, I'm back for more
You a fuckin' stain, I do not know what you rappin' for
Put that on my life I promise I could never [?]
Just be keepin' it 100 cause I know they really hoes
And they been tryna steal the flow
I swear this shit is getting old
And I been tryna keep it cool but now it's time to take some souls
And my new name ghost hunter
I feel like the road runner
Blade where I keep my clothes under
I'm a known hustler
You see it's getting tragic
They try to steal the magic
That's what you get for jackin'
Fuck 'em to the casket

[Verse 2: Morgue!]
Think I'm Scorpion
Bitch get over here
My n***a TRiPP Sub-Zero we get cold in here
But we get hot in here
Cause we bring the flames
Circle Five on a mission, finna change the game
Finna change the game
Cause these n***as whack
Yeah these n***as lack
Why these pussy n***as rap
Thrash your fuckin' neck
You better take a nap
I pull up in all black, they like "who is that?"
N***as hating on the squad cause we too legit
Yeah we too lit
Smoking cookie crisp
Hella backwoods
And they never skim
I just smoked an eighth
You just rolled a twig
I'm a grown boy
You's a little kid
You can never catch me slip, I gotta catch my grip
Shit is real in the field for them dollar bills
Hitman need money, so we gotta kill
Old head need food so we gotta steal
Shit is really fucked up, but that's how we live
Bitch that's how we live