[Chorus: Don Trochez]
Aye yo Don this the one
All these boys are my sons
We just flexin' just for fun
We as hot as the sun
Make 'em sprint, make 'em run
We just started, we ain't done
We just came up off of none
Tell 'em we already won

[Verse 1: Don Trochez & DC Capital]
Devil said to spin but I already spun
Killed my old self, only know the son
I be goin in, leave 'em in the dust
Try to take me out, but they never get it done
Who thеy think I am? Who they think I am?
I'm a patriot, call me Uncle Sam
If thеy want the blick, then I gotta blam
If they want they word, I'll show them the plan
I'm like Lil Mosey, woke up like the man
They hop on the train, cause they think I can
I got many blessings they don't understand
Made this track to flex, just because I can
Tell 'em it's up, (Tell 'em it's up)
Tell 'em it's up, (Tell 'em it's up)
Tell 'em it's up, (Tell 'em it's up)
Tell 'em it's up, (Tell 'em it's up)
Tell 'em it's up, (Tell 'em it's up)
Tell 'em it's up, (Tell 'em it's up)
Tell 'em it's up, (Grrr)
Tell 'em it's up
[Verse 2: DC Capital & Don Trochez]
Ayo Don this the one right
Demon killer veteran I'm alumni
Since the lunch line put a Jezebel on my plate then it's crunch time
Hydrochloric acid in my stomach burn like sunlight
Gun fight AR-15 king David on my sons life
See my women out in public she be on the nun life
I want lots of kids and bullets, Nick Cannon that drum line
Rat tat tat
Hit 'em in the back with the Mack on task
If they talk that devil game they might get smacked
They never do listen when I talk to fast who's that
Bruh, who is that?

[Chorus: Don Trochez]
Aye yo Don this the one
All these boys are my sons
We just flexin' just for fun
We as hot as the sun
Make 'em sprint, make 'em run
We just started, we ain't done
We just came up off of none
Tell 'em we already won

[Verse 3: Bryson Gray]
Ayo Don this the one
They gon' switch for funds
Say they want smoke let's check them lungs
No Forrest Gump but they gon run
I ain't Catholic but they say they bout it, really they don't want none (nun)
Never changing, I ain't pagan but they know I worship the son
Demon slayer, kingdom chaser, chain breaker
Think I apologize? Aye this Bryson, not Anita Baker
They say it's our season ooh Why? I got too much flavor
Christ gang, forgive my enemies and I love my haters
They want me dead, they want broke
I'm still up, they gotta cope
You reject the blood, you must be low
Tell the world that I want smoke
[Verse 4: Don Trochez]
I got demons signing the pleas
They want smoke, they get it free
Got on the devil at my feet
He know he can't mess with me
I'm a Christian, I ain't nice
Got that Lion in my eyes
Keepin' the ten and I ain't lyin'
You go low, I go high
Ain't no weed, I don't get high
And I only know what's right
Comin' back, a thief at night
Keepin' evil in my my sights
Cause I'm built different
Lotta of y'all have souls missin'
I just hear the snake hissin'
Crush him my heal, kill 'em
Mathew 6:33, winnin'
Careful if you try dissin'
Careful if you try switchin'
My homies got them blicks clickin'

[Chorus: Don Trochez]
Aye yo Don this the one
All these boys are my sons
We just flexin' just for fun
We as hot as the sun
Make 'em sprint, make 'em run
We just started, we ain't done
We just came up off of none
Tell 'em we already won