[Hook - K. Jayz]
Me and my n***as still up to no good
Causin’ trouble in the rap game like we should
And anybody who’s against us can go ahead and consult these nuts
If you think you can step to us, then you motherfuckers better remember that we bust (x2)

[Verse 1 - K. Jayz]
N***as with no respect
They make me wanna walk up and shoot ‘em in the neck
With the flow that I spit on the records, they don’t wanna remember when hip hop was better
You can spit some lyrical shit, and they don’t want that
They wanna turn the fuck up, I feel like an old man
How the hell is this acceptable?
We need to go back in time when rapping stupid was “untouchable”
Back when we focused on the smokin' and lyricism
Minus the gangsta shit, we don’t need repetition of history
N***as reppin’ a set and the death in ’96 still a mystery
Back then the enemy was the media
Now it’s about hip hop getting poisoned with inferior brain activity from the hood
That’s why I stand the fuck up and still up to no good

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - FrankyT]
My n***a, Kenny, hit me up today
Told me, “Man, what about that track you featured on?”
I told him, “Man , I’ma come and kill this shit today”
And I don’t really give a fuck where they sleeping, homes
Yeah, said I’m getting’ money up
Y’all n***as funny, man y’all ain’t got y’all money up
I’m counting bundles everyday cause I gotta get it
Every fucking day, my fucking palms itching
My palms itching, my ears twitching, I gotta have it
I’m just like a money addict without the attic
Ha, I’m just born with money
Y’all n***as ain’t getting’ money cause you born with dummies, yeah
And I’m a codeine sipper
Y’all motherfuckers is drinking all that cheap liquor, ya heard?
But I’m a South Cack n***a from the Bronx
And I don’t really give a fuck as long as you know my thought
Now tell ‘em

[Hook]

[Outro - Kenny’s Conscience]
Hold up, hold the fuck up
I don’t think you heard me the first time
Keep fucking around, you gon’ end up paying the consequence:
Get yo’ ass locked the fuck up