[Chorus: Prynce Tha Writer]

For everyone who doubted me while I was on the come up - Shame on you!
For all them hoes I hollered at that said they ain't want none - Shame on you!
For all them n***as popping that shit up in the street - N***a, shame on you!
I'm balling like Jordan with the 2-3-4-5 - Shame on you!

[Verse: Saint]

I... use words like some sticks and stones
I might hurt a couple n***as when I snatch the throne
I make kings bow down when I'm taking over, fist in the air like Cool Joe's comb

Eat rappers, man they got me coming back for more
They always told if easy you should take it home
Tell 'em all I came in like a wrecking ball, probably think I steal TVs cause I stole the show

I murder flows, hide 'em in the words I'm rapping
Give the game life with the words I'm rapping
But they're sleeping on a n***a, shit is getting too spooky till I wake 'em up and they gotta ask what happened

Damn...
I'm ice cold, walking over me then tread softly
Getting bigger while these other n***as weight watching
Kill beats till I put 'em in a straight coffin
No games for these n***as who just play often

[Chorus: Prynce Tha Writer]

For everyone who doubted me while I was on the come up - Shame on you!
For all them hoes I hollered at that said they ain't want none - Shame on you!
For all them n***as popping that shit up in the street - N***a, shame on you!
I'm balling like Jordan with the 2-3-4-5 - Shame on you!

On you
On you
On you

Shame on you...
On you
On you
On you

Shame on you...

To all y'all who fronted
I owe you nothing
From the bottom to top, man that's nothing to something
Know this ain't what you wanted

Shame on you...

[Verse: Skinny]

[Verse: PhilaBoi_K]

[Outro Verse: Saint]

The beat is dead so lemme kill the ghost it left behind
I lost my mind and never mind the fact I'll never find
My heart is golden but I'm searching for that silver lining
I wonder if I'll find it...

Cause these n***as started sleeping on my n***as thinking that we're like these other guys
When we're just here to handle business with no suit and tie
But since they're sleeping on the job I couldn't blame them cause we're focused on the music while they're bumping to some lullabies
They're undermining never minding that we're gold mines
I mean, I thought you wanted yours like I want mine?
But imma still eat rappers like it's lunch time
And imma still school n***as like it's home time

Painting pictures till a blind man could see the vision
And hit a deaf n***a up and hope that he could listen
We plan to infiltrate the game, man that's the only mission
And last longer than some memories and taken pictures