[VERSE ONE - MILES POWERS]
I been in my seat all day, write and mix and master
We a lively mix of bastards hit the gas like I don't need a break
Sayin' that we need to talk, walk it then let’s demonstrate
I'ma give my bros a ring in June like this the NBA
So we can rec that album, seconds countin' what you reckon now then?
I reckon I been undermined now this my time I’m shinin'
Don’t check the comments, I got burners on the side and I’m a hermit in my hideout
"How that workin'?” Workin' fine man, I been mindin' mine

[HOOK - MILES POWERS]
Call me B.I.G., I'm a fuckin' rap phenomenon
On my wrist is another blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Oh you lit so you rappin' on and on and on
Talk your shit but I'm runnin' now, I’m out I'm gone
Call me B.I.G., I'm a fuckin' rap phеnomenon
On my wrist is another blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Oh you lit so you talkin' on and on and on
Talk your shit but I'm runnin' now, I’m out I'm gone

[VERSE TWO - WHYANDOTTE]
(Hi guys!) Evеrybody run!
Dottie came back and he got a gun
Called that shit pneumonia, it’s in your lungs
They say it’s a draco, I’m having fun
That’s what rappers do, right?
Money clothes hoes by the magnitude, right?
Shooting for the top spot, nonstop, A List
Talk about a murder, end up on a playlist
Talk about the fam, damn, what the fuck you saying?
That don’t get you no hoes, what the fuck you playing
If skills sold truth be told, I wouldn’t have a plan to ice myself
At thirty years old, I'm Golden!
[VERSE THREE - ATWOOD]
I been on my shit, I been on my tip (ay yuh)
Phonin' up the chick, she gon want the dick (ay yuh)
She said keep it in, guess she want some kids
Guess she already prolly decided that I’m that fuckin' bitch
I been feeling mean on my queen shit
Polly only wanted the cracker because he clean with it
Know they only coppin' the capital cuz he kingpinning
Yeah the team winnin' but I love it when they keep winnin'

[HOOK - MILES POWERS]
Call me B.I.G., I'm a fuckin' rap phenomenon
On my wrist is another blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Oh you lit so you rappin' on and on and on
Talk your shit but I'm runnin' now, I’m out I'm gone
Call me B.I.G., I'm a fuckin' rap phenomenon
On my wrist is another blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Oh you lit so you talkin' on and on and on
Talk your shit but I'm runnin' now, I’m out I'm gone

[VERSE FOUR - TEEAWGO]
Don't talk about it be about it
I say what I am and if you don't like it, deal about it
They talking 'bout others like he don't got it she don't got it
When we finally get it, them motherfuckers real quiet
That's that inside voices on the outside
So many voices in my head bitch I got all kinds
I call for help I call support that shit is offline
Fuck around and get a battery charge, no alkaline
[VERSE FIVE - CHRIS WRIGHT]
Back seat really get crowded when all the homies here
I just keep my hand on the wheel, and I let the devil steer
Talking like you body me, but can you touch reflections?
Here it’s working, working fine, I guess you need some introspection dear
It’s all up in mind, and I don’t need no private section
You can search but you won’t find, I’m out of town, I’m giving lectures
Why you biting on my line, I reel you in, and then I toss it
I ain’t ever take no losses, talking shit ain’t ever cost me shit