[Spoken]
Yeah, it's me Chris

[Ben's Verse]
I can’t decide my days, looking like another dub
After opposite of meditate, I need a fucking hug
Bitch, I broke right out of Belview off the strength of bitter love
Now all the jakes are looking for me, I'm at Jordan's watching Scrubs
Cataclysmic, went ballistic, it’s just Benny Beal insist
He went around the world and back in seconds, missed him while you're blinking
Need a monument like Lincoln, pull a heist while I've been drinking
Steal the cookie out the bakery to raid the fucking kitchеn
I've been conditioned with this thinking, raised insidе the darkest dungeon
Follow yellow brick roads and slit the throats of every munchkin
I'm the one who brought the Smashing Pumpkins to the function
Takes a lot of life to learn that I'm the kid that no one can fuck with

[Chris' Verse]
Yo
I put the pavement to my beaters, hard to see me, where you cheaters?
Do not ask me for no features, cause I'll punch a guy with glasses
I got omni tricks up my sleeve, I'm Benjamin Tennyson
I got points, I got bucks in my bars, I’ve been hunting for venison
Got Ms. Bellhums all around me, I’m the mayor, you denizen
All my heatblasts when I powerpuff shit, spit thicker than molasses
My goofy ass up in Mercedes with Beal
Crack out the whip to hit a sample, flip, he curved up the steel
It's all good
Ain’t got no need to get away today, we got 'em all shook
Mile high smiling and my fives hopping over crooks
Ain't no wrong turns when you've been doing it good
From Brooklyn to Queens I got that royal flush in the hood
It’s in my cards
I'd be more arrogant in bars, but no one knows who I am
I won't elaborate, I'll shit instead, I'll kick it like a can jam
[Dahm's Verse]
I'm the quicker picker upper, pack a spliff a fifth of something
I don't give a fuck so long as there's piff in my upper lungs getting swiff for it once, picking up when sweeping is the subject, dust is easy, money try to be above it (Yeah)
I'm just trying to scream in public, now I'm sipping busy skipping the tutorial and training arc
He made it in abyss but getting faded never takes him far away, it's hard to stay as high as necessary
Spit game [?] city at the auction house, dressed to the nines goated now when I'm popping out, it's always cloudy, ask me why I'm pouting Imma drop you like we're walking into Waffle House
Let me do the talking now
I'm out

[sadKiD's Verse]
I hear the sirens calling, running quicker than when the lights are rolling
Jimmy spectacular, civilian killing the microphone
Texas desperado, bump your whip and getting hit in potholes
Cause in this ballroom it's either Stockholm or its El Dorado
Pray they know that nasty n***a bad as mittens
Disagree, I'll find a bag you'll fit in
To step to me it's like a rag to riches
Matter fact, it's like they masochistic
I'm hardly massive, keep the blaster hidden
Know they either love Jimmy or they fuck with it
Back then [?] rappin' when I only had a couple bucks with me
Last minute work my ass off, man I couldn't even get a bus ticket
Hunger sick made them wonder what the fuck was up with me
Split the tip of my tongue, spitting sick shit 'til it's numb in it
Step up to bat, if I don't swing a thousand, there's still scoreboards in me
The dragon, they doubted, howling like a blowtorch [?]
[Spoken]
That sounded good, dude, yeah