[Verse 1: H]

My name is H, Don't know where we be at
According 2 the city I ain't shitting on the scene yet
Fuck your money,fuck your hoes, cuz I don’t really need that
Never really gassed,cuz I ain't catching any steam yet
And Fuck your lil mag printed on that ink jet
Fuck your writers, fuck your staff, cuz i don’t see the love yet
J told me to bubble slow so thats where I’m a be at
Ima grab that center fold and show you I could be that
One time for the haters, 2 times for the lovers
Take this shit by landslide, we just be the band of brothers
Check the internet,and you can see us making numbers
Put this on my page, and when you hear it have you seeing double
You don’t hear my age on this shit, you don’t see the hustle
Me and this gold microphone, we make the perfect couple
I ain't been answering my phone, now my ass in trouble
I just dug myself a hole, I need a bigger shovel

[Verse 2: Rooke5]

Time and time again, I keep telling all my homies
That the scene is over saturated, that's why you don't know me
We out here making waves, waiting patiently, go national
Turn another page, see another face, irrational
Decisions, got me confused and losing respect
For the quote 9-5 rhymers, who claiming to rep
Putting on for the Burroughs, they be slipping in fact
I been dishing all the love and never it back
It's like batter up C.O., we been waiting on deck
Now blake is getting lively, and the town is check
Got the emcees in the alleys, hungry digging for scraps
I'm just the man up in the burbs that the city neglects
Now it's back, back, back to the topic
Venues driving motivation, never stop him
A stepping stone to the next and now we rocking
Climbing higher than next, I'm free falling
Back, back back to the topic
Repping for the block, three o's dennis rodman
Coming for the bucket, alley ooping on the rhyming
Snatching opportunity never better timing