[Intro: Reace Sosa & SCY Jimm]
Dumb, dumb
(Hoo, hoo)
Reace Sosa out Dan Mafia
(Hoo, hoo)
(Ayy, yo, FLAME, how you made this one, man?)
Tryna fill my safe with knots
(Palmerie Pride)
Ayy, big SCY shit, n***a
Cut the head off the snake, fuck n***a
N***a already know how we coming, n***a

[Chorus: Reace Sosa]
Tryna fill the safe with knots, kill the snake, he try to plot
The last opp, he DOA, he Roddy Ricch, he in a box
This the School of Hard Knocks, duck your head or get it popped
Get the lo', then blitz the spot, move right, them crackers hot

[Verse 1: Reace Sosa]
Gotta stop from flippin' out, really, I be trippin' out
Start dissin', only thing I'm thinkin' 'bout is killin' now
Y'all gon' learn 'bout side pickin', flip your ass from sidekickin'
You gon' make it all-out war for keep on havin' me in yo' mentions
Predict the future like The Simpsons, you gon' die for all that flaggin'
Fuck that fakin', chopper quakin' since you act like you want static
N***as talkin' crazy, but ain't even got no stats to back it
I'ma turn you into a star, swim with the fishes, now you Patrick
I'm in action, you be actin', on my mama, it's a difference
You ain't shot more than five n***as or went and dirtied up your pistol
N***as actin' like they killers, but ain't never stamped a n***a
Checked your jacket, you ain't official, I earned my stripes, the streets ain't give 'em
[Chorus: Reace Sosa]
Tryna fill the safe with knots, kill the snake he try to plot
The last opp, he DOA, he Roddy Ricch, he in a box
This the School of Hard Knocks, duck your head or get it popped
Get the lo', then blitz the spot, move right, them crackers hot

[Verse 2: SCY Jimm]
Spend this money how we want 'cause these racks, we get a lot (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Havin' dreams about the feds, I'm prayin' they don't blitz the spot
Last n***a tried to play, dumb-ass n***a had got shot (Glaow, glaow)
'Posed to be at a show, but I'm too busy playin' in that pot (Ayy, ayy)
I be vibin' off that drank, if I ain't got it, I'm in my feelings (On God, I'm in my feelings)
Where I'm from, it's trap or die, we in the streets, that's how we livin' (Ayy, on gang)
They keep tellin' me to chill, but I can't get my mind off killin' (Fuck it, fuck it)
From the gutter where you either scammin' or you drug dealin' (Huh?)
Finna take an opp out only time I'm tryna go to dinner (Pew, pew, pew, pew, phew)
You ain't never shot a n***a, how the fuck is you a spinner?
We be doin' this shit forever, all you n***as some beginners (On gang)
Keep that heater on me even though it ain't even close to winter (Frrt, frrt, glah)
He tried to snake, we knocked him off (Glaow, glaow), he played, lil' bruh done—, frrt
I don't know what the dumb-ass n***a thought (Ayy, ayy)
Speakin' on the gang, you know it's smoke, that's just what we was taught (Come on, man)
Even though I like foreigns, I'll still get busy in that 'Hawk (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I won't never change, I know I'm thuggin' [?][2:00]

[Chorus: Reace Sosa]
Tryna fill the safe with knots, kill the snake he try to plot
The last opp, he DOA, he Roddy Ricch, he in a box
This the School of Hard Knocks, duck your head or get it popped
Get the lo', then blitz the spot, move right, them crackers hot
[Outro: Reace Sosa]
Gotta stop from flippin' out, really, I be trippin' out
Is killin' now
Flip your ass from sidekickin'
For keep on havin' me in yo' mentions