[Intro: Trials]
(Funkoars)
[?] Drunkoars in the building
While the rest of these motherfuckers are on some
We are the world, shit, haha, ayy

[Verse 1: Trials]
They don’t want bad blood between us
Like two girls either side, tryna fight for the rights to ride [?]
We Certified, wise vagabonds
Roam through deserted crates to find breaks to try rappin' on
They babblin' bullshit like, "We raisin' the bar"
[?] we takin' the bar to break it in half, scrapin' the spark
With the fuse lit, making a mark, bottle'll make it's mark
And loops like dogs chasing their arse
I got a tax cheque for two G's, got some diamonds and gold
Went on a bender for two weeks, lost my diamonds and gold
Tryna hold a steady job, get a career
I got better luck [?] breaking [?] getting it cleared
Yeah, scene hoppers that wanna drop into rap
Usually get [?] and [?]
[?] it ain’t the haters making the music
It’s the music making the haters try to do it, you knew it

[Interlude: Trials]
And if you didn’t know it, now you know my friends
Drunkoars are for the babies
Yeah, it’s like this, like that