[Verse 1]
We're here to stay with no delay until you're rising
You're here to play with weak rhymes, on the sideline crying
All you do is talk, running your gap like "I'm trying
I'mma blow this summer, watch, have y'all all on my jock"
While you waiting to blow, see you at the show
With your hands up, reciting my flow in the front row
You seem shocked, I'm moving merch and don't work
Bills paid and I ain't signed a goddamn thing
Except my name on your CD, your brother wants to be me
While you waiting for a deal, it's a goddamn shame
See, I sign this for chicks' birthday gifts
And you just wish somebody picks up your shit by accident

[Przm]
Told ya y'all, man
We ain't going nowhere, dawg
We just getting started
As a matter of fact, yo Ill
You got another verse to spit
Drop it

[Verse 2]
I know you're wondering, "Hmm, where they come from
Like what they got that I don't got
What they rock that I can't rock?"
A whole damn lot, for one we our glide own course
Birth out own ideas and you're waiting for the stork
To deliver you miracle
Your flow's abysmal, freestyle's terrible
Voice is annoying, writtens hysterical
We got the non-factor
Never yielding, as far as building, i'm the contractor
Here from start to finish, you're wishing that we stopped
But y'all gone get smitten, we're weightless this year, watch
In your face every quarter with something new and massive
Reffing the game, making your crew go home and practice
Y'all dust to dust, ashes to ashes
Anything we touch, it's a must that you cop it
I bust like bad airbags in car crashes
You can trust it's fresh, you it's Przm and Illogic

[Verse 3]
It's our time, the sun has set on your parade
You want to dispute what I'm saying but look afraid
You don't have the balls, because you know that it's true
To get to where we're going this is what you do
First you gather up your crew and-