[Part 1]

[Intro: Royce the Choice & RJmrLA]
You wanna separate yourself from the suckas
And it ain't about what you say 'cause 9 outta 10 times, whoever you talking to they done heard it from a sucka
'Cause suckas, all they do is: go around hot nosing, you know fiending on what me and you talking 'bout (Rich off Mackin)
And they steal our lines (2)
So you know, they go use our lines and fuck it up
Ay, Choice!
What' up, bro?
Bro, where the fuck you been?
In the wind, turning 5 into 10
Took the L outta Black
Turn they back on a pimp
Fuck that though, tell me how you been?

[Verse 1: RJmrLA & Royce the Choice]
You ever felt your stomach touch your back bone? (I have)
On God, I was lowkey down bad with it (Yeah?)
It was harder than reading a text on a cracked phone (Tell me mo')
I had to get it out a bitch to keep my rap image
Even ran up on a trick, it turned out it was a motherfuckin' fan
I get to pattin' a n***a pockets, he want a picture for the 'Gram

[Verse 2: Royce the Choice & RJmrLA]
Damn, I could understand what you sayin'
From the North, I was in the trap like a neck vein
Now rule number 1 is to never be number 2 (Uh huh)
Second rule, shit on em without stepping in number two (On God)
Rule 3, if you do, get that shit off your shoe (I feel that)
I always got it out the mud, but what I know ain't what I do
Used to wop out the smokers with the B12's (The fuck?!)
Came in with a blower, we sold him the real (What else?)
Came back for more, we sold him the fakes (Oh, he was on one)
Threw some Orajel on it, he needed a taste (Woo)
[Verse 3: RJmrLA & Royce the Choice]
Ay, Rich Off Mackin, we done gave them n***as blueprints
They ain't worth a penny tryna add their two cents
And you know we bout a dollar, kept it hunnid since a nuisance
Back to the story n***a, tell 'em where the juice is
Is you back independent?
Yeah it been that for a minute
From Seattle to the Millas?
In they feelings like a dentist
Rap Caviar, they done listed two of the realest
Now they all poppin' this pimpin', so we had to reinvent it
Quarterbackin' in the backfield
Introducin' my hoes to 'Zo up in Maxfield
The pimpin' in me gets so cold, get you back chills
Count a hunnid a night, it feel like an X pill

[Verse 4: Royce the Choice & RJmrLA]
On to the next thrill
It might be your year, but its not yo' day (Say less)
Like she might say she care but that's not yo' bae (On God)
They gon' hate you when you on (Yuh)
Love you when you gone (Facts)
It's Rich Off Mackin (2) n***a, play the next song

[Part 2: Doubt It]
[Bridge: RJmrLA]
Ay, you ever been out to the show me state?
Quiet down if you don't relate
Let me be great, hold it down, don't need to hate
Did you doubt us?
Weakest man is the loudest
I really do like when you doubt us
I'm finna bow neck and then [?]
Pull up on me baby, don't hesitate
Keep the party goin', don't make me wait

[Verse 1: Royce the Choice]
Know it been a while n***a
You know my vibe, you know my body, know my style n***a
Hard to trust
Crooked like my dick and my smile n***a
Put you in these size 9's you couldn't walk a mile in 'em
Can't nobody reel me, I'm the only real me
You still gotta hunnid dollar bill me when you feel me
Lost everything but my trust so I'm still me
Pillow talkin' to these bitches, boy you n***as kill me
Sell this shit too long, you get immune to the scent
Serve pills, hop weed, transition too legit
Shot 3-5-7, .45 long clip
Told her lie to detectives when they got up in my shit
Right hand to the Bible, if I sin then I repent
For the gangstas I just put the G inside of Gentleman
Fuckin' treat her like she treat herself, that's proper etiquette
Got a strong, black bitch
Still gotta call her bitch (Bitch)
[Hook: RJmrLA]
All fails, I bet on myself (Myself)
You can't tell, I'm feelin' myself (On God)
Detail, dripped down in Chanel (In Chanel)
You ever got it out the ground yo' self? (For a fact)
Oh well, I doubt it (I doubt it)
I doubt it (I doubt it)
I doubt it (I doubt it)
I doubt it (I doubt it)
I doubt it (I doubt it)
I doubt it (I doubt it)
I doubt it (I doubt it)
I doubt it (I doubt it)

[Verse 2: RJmrLA]
Ay, I slap a wig on a pig
I put her in new drip up on fig (Zudigg)
Ay, can't fix it, it ain't broke it don't bend
We give 'em hope when we win, and I thumb and stroke through these Benjis
She open minded in that Benz when I close up the tint
These n***as pop then get that smoke they tryna open a vent
We throw the dopest events, my wrist a solar eclipse
Without a problem, pull up on 'em like I'm towing the whip
Bitch my voice is a gift, put a bow on that bitch
I got all my n***as runnin' through that hoe like a blitz
I put diamonds on her toes and put some blow in her fist
Get to linin' n***as up with that pole like a fish
Yeah you know what it is, give me a moment to live
I put the dope in the fridge, I'm tryna grow with my kids
I told that bitch the studio, she wanna know where I live
Don't need no hand outs, it is what it is zudigg

[Hook: RJmrLA]
All fails, I bet on myself (Myself)
You can't tell, I'm feelin' myself (On God)
Detail, dripped down in Chanel (In Chanel)
You ever got it out the ground yo' self? (For a fact)
Oh well, I doubt it (I doubt it)
I doubt it (I doubt it)
I doubt it (I doubt it)
I doubt it (I doubt it)
I doubt it (I doubt it)
I doubt it (I doubt it)
I doubt it (I doubt it)
I doubt it (I doubt it)