[Verse 1: Lil Paint]
Young boy, the menace
I swear I meant it
I slash the limit
I'm Cooper in it
You cute, no view, you useless in it
Imbued with pews, I used the penance
Your cue forgiveness
A few been vengeance
A few been business
I know my sins, oh, I know my sins
Run and tell the Pharisees
Fair to me I bare degrees
In scared to leave and leading eves
To sinful things a simple being, me
I'd say my days been turning blue
I'd seen my dreams they laid with you

[Verse 2: Youngster Chuck]
(Hello, this is Youngster Chuck ASMR
And I am going to relax you tonight
So, just go ahead and sit back, and listen up)
Fuck with my set, run it back like it's '99
Mom says that I am a star 'cause I'm shining bright
Plan to retire by the time I am twenty-nine
If you are down (aye!) send me n***s that'd be mighty kind (aye! aye!)
Fuck with my smile you gon' talk to my mama
Me and Ian, Lilo, Stitch, this affair like Ohana
I be playing Call of Duty, bars concussive, I'm a stunner
I don't grip the .44, that's just word to Obama (aye!)
Tell me who you love, is it me?
I don't mean to get up in your grill with the beef
I don't need you Steven Spielbergin' up a scene
Acting like my life ain't poetry
In motion
What you Gabriella? Chad? Ryan Evans?
Write my bars in sharpie
I don't even get paid
For this, but she gave me head in the game, Troy Bolton

[Verse 3: Ian Hartwell]
Big baller bands line my pockets
Middle fingers up, bitch, I aim at your sockets
Girl gave me top in the whip that's a cockpit
Like Luffy she stretch up and down and I love it
Designer on we that's how it's treated
She know my name and my bar that's how we keep 'em
Fuck the game, get it pregnant, but no Plan B
But run the plan with the boys that's no plan b, fam
Step up, kill it, God will it with a bright smile
Damn, happy endings: I'll die in a pile
Of my own cash
And my own cars
And my own sin
And my own trials
Transpose my thoughts and will from something vile
Prospect the mind it takes to win the trial
Ordain the team you need to grab the pile
Mandate the rule they used to run the nile

[Verse 4: Coda Dylan]
Your girl called me gorgeous, and that's an understatement
She wants to get with me, man, you just gotta face it
She's playing with me just like it's recess
You treated her wrong, man, you broke her to pieces
Yeah, I grew up rough and I had to grow up fast
Had to make every single paycheck last
Now I acquire the money in mass
Not everything can be learned in the class
Listen to my words and surely you'll learn
How to describe me there's more than one term
Ya boy grew up rough, I had to stay firm
Looked at my wrist now she's up on my dick
Next thing's next, she's naming our kids
Salty as fuck, nickname is: Ritz
You fell for her trap, I don't look at no tits