[Verse 1: YCK]
Bitch I’ve been the realest, my rhymes are simply killing
A feeling like I’m the illest, these rappers attempting stealing
I’m repping a new flow, I’m drinking and too gone
Stacking up a couple bottles I’ve emptied and you know
That I’m coming for necks, I leave em' wondered, perplexed
I got the higher ground and swear I won’t be reading your texts
Triple what you’re worth, it started in Rebirth
When I startеd up a toggle, the pavemеnt’s about to topple
Matter of fact, these fuckin' rappers are wack
I’m packing up a stack of bricks that I be trapping I’m at
The fucking top of my game, no cop’ll stop me today
No bop or thottie will remain, the storm is coming our way
Illegitimate criminal, little bitch you’re divisible
Break em' up into a powder, whittle down, you ain’t fixable
Sly kid, I’ll be taking your bid
When you’ll be betting, I’ll be dead but I’ve been off the grid

[Chorus: YCK]
Hands to the left, hands to the right
And the place is only shaken as I’m spitting on the mic
Leave a party up in shambles and watching em' try to scramble
Well it’s YCK and Knowledge you hearing and can’t handle
Hands to the left, hands to the right
And the place is only shaken as I’m spitting on the mic
Leave a party up in shambles and watching em' try to scramble
Well it’s YCK and Knowledge you hearing and can’t handle
[Verse 2: Knowledge]
Call me sire, I preach to the choir
Till' my throne melt in fire, he prone to have felt desire
Stone cold, he done dealt entire rappers they finishing blow
Hand em' they cheeks, not standing the weak
His hands and his feet, burn in the heat
Don't think he can keep this up, fuck what yo opinion was
Friend got shot weeks ago, they straight spilt innocent blood
Said he was innocent cause' hands in some cuffs
Think his sentence was 100 years in that mug
All my verses be killin' em, all the real ones they be feelin em'
Reading off problems like synonyms, Benadryl with the cinnamon
To reach the pinnacle of my high, Nuff' said, goodbye
JK, I ain't done yet
Makin' these bitches dumb wet, clappin' until the sunset
Havin all that fun sex, I ain't even cum yet

[Chorus: YCK]
Hands to the left, hands to the right
And the place is only shaken as I’m spitting on the mic
Leave a party up in shambles and watching em' try to scramble
Well it’s YCK and Knowledge you hearing and can’t handle
Hands to the left, hands to the right
And the place is only shaken as I’m spitting on the mic
Leave a party up in shambles and watching em' try to scramble
Well it’s YCK and Knowledge you hearing and can’t handle