[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
My young n***as ready to turn a fuck n***a to rapper weed
I ain't tryna hear a n***a rap, he gon' cap to me
He ain't even my motherfuckin' son, they tryna act like me
I got a bunch of n***as OT tryna rap like me

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
They tryna copy everything I do, they tryna act like E
You better come pape' in hand, bitch, I don't rap for free
I gotta watch my head, got drunk as hell and almost cracked a freak
On the Eastside with my D n***as gettin' Scats for cheap

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
You know I'm finna let this bitch blow if I rack my heat
You know I live a bag life, that's why I rap with Tee
A n***a make a rap song 'bout me, I'm snatchin' out his teeth
He heard a Beecher n***a fucked his bitch, he smackin' on his freak
I'll blow a n***a's shit out like I'm Draymond Green
You and your n***as ain't never won shit, you on an ass team
This weed I put up in this Backwood smell like bad feet
Driveway just hit for twenty bands, that was last week

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
And my other n***as came back with a thirty, so that's fifty total
Me and Gramz cookin' in the stu', we got the kitchen open
We let you lil' n***as have a run, now the kitchen closed
Be serious, he ain't really gon' blow that heat, he got a pistol holster
On MLK, walkin' to the store, I got my pistol showin'
This RTA, you can't afford this shit, I'm havin' different motion
My lil' n***a couldn't aim the Drac', I had to lift it for him
I just got off the phone with the labels, they had a thick proposal
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
Crash dummy-ass lil' n***a, I got a lick to show you
Long live my n***a Skino, I'ma get rich for you
They ain't tryna let us in the club, we got sticks on us
Was fucked up, started shit talkin', then got rich on 'em
He talkin' 'bout he don't fuck with gang, up blick on him
Fresh as hell with my Bapes on, not Rick Owens
I'm a Sak Runner, I'll shit on your big homie
Lil'-ass bag, he only got like a zip on him

[Verse 6: Babyfxce E]
N***a, how you tryna make some pros off a zip?
Flint bitches easy, you can get some hoes off a fifth
40 bullets built like Peezy, catch an opp dozin' off the Trish
Catch a n***a clockin' into work and blow him off the shift
N***a, I'ma act how I wanna act, I don't care who like me
I bought a Glock for a reason, n***a, who fightin'?
Man, that n***a hate my music, but his boo like me
Leave him on the ground, his back in blood like he Pooh Shiesty

[Outro]
N***a
It's with an X, n***a
Fxce