This ain't no bubblegum pop song
The vibe more like a rock song
Something to mosh to and march on
Uniting punkers and hip-hoppers strong
Popping beer bottles and hitting bongs
Getting thick hipster chicks outta thongs
This the opposite of your radio sing alongs
I'd wipe with the paper you wrote your single on
This ain't the same old same
From the same old lames
With the same gold chains
This the new cool from a brain insane
Owned by I told you to stay your lane
Shoulda listened now you got frogger's pain
It's your ass fault you on the asphalt
All those wack bars how you spray things and bake cain
Doing drugs in the club and other cliche things
Basic bars rhyming bottle with model in lame sayings
This that hardcore, we ain't playing

Everything is(fake)
All I hear is(fake)
All you want is (fake)
All you love is (fake)
Fuck (fake) how about some hardcore 2x
Carolina country boy rapping better than the Yankees do
Without a major trying to make major moves
Militant for the paper, I need major loot
Competition man listen I'd hate to blaze their boots
Rap a chess game, don't be pawn and let 'em play with you
From the state they skip and got some statements too
Plenty talent here but some big dawgs won't share a plate with you
So I write the rhymes and bang the beats and stay away from fools
Different breed of mc from SC shit I'd hate me too
Too different with the spitting with no gimmicks dude
Who cares bout a image if you can't rip a loop
Your flow cool but no dude your lyrics poop
I'm the goku they go to so their spirit move
These vocals on the pro tools potent too the truest blue
Magic, no Orlando more like the product of Frank Luke
It's tragic all of these rappers and fans rank flukes

Hook