You cannot take our minds
You cannot trace our lines
You wonʼt step to us and walk off fine
And Iʼd live, laugh, love to see you try
Iʼm Kiki and Snakeʼs child
N***a, we ahead by a country mile
With so many unfuckwithable styles
We gon' wash the whole world with a smile

I ainʼt even in my bag yet, I only got a hand in
Punks not sitting on no real shit, they mostly stand-ins
My pen so bloody, it's no debate; more like a short discussion
Damn, I already fucked up tryna make this the one that has no cussin'

Back on my bullshit
Back on my, back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit
Piecing n***as before feeding the full clip

Back on my bullshit
Back on my, back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit
Piecing n***as before feeding the full clip

Back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
Back on my, back on my, back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
This is less on some, "Bеtcha canʼt play this!"
And more, hmm, how do I explain this?
If you ainʼt live what wе live, then you canʼt give what we give
And I am so sorry, sis, but it is what it is

Yʼall can't fuck with a n***a who trades gear to live
Him and Craigslist got an intimate relationship
Yʼall can't fuck with a n***a who use Ableton as an instrument N***a learned that shit in a year, no kizz, other n***as doin' it but not like this

Back on our bullshit
Back on our, back on our, back on our bullshit (TITTIES)
You canʼt cover us, you can't copy us
All you can really do is sloppytoppy us

We came in the game, made a lane and a name
And a lot of these lames can't say they did the same
This is our pain that saves us everyday
N***a, is you hearing this?
No one doing it like how we doing it
But itʼs not like we spent 7 years proving it
No one doing it like how we doing it
But itʼs not like we spent 7 years proving it