[Bridge: Luka Pryce]
I'm going hard in the kitchen
Y'all better run up the plaques
That n***a Pryce on a mission
You cannot argue with facts
Try me you might just go missing my n***a
They taking you out in a flash
Y'all n***as say that you winning
Y'all n***as better do that

[Hook: Luka Pryce]
That n***a out on the loose
That n***a packing the juice
Swerving in his mama whip
Whip it around like a coupé
That n***a madder than you
N***a you better than who ?
Y'all finna talk like a bitch
My bitch is hotter than you

[Verse 1: Luka Pryce]
I say fuck all that industry trash, n***a
Me and Hash in the back and we blasting
I'm tired of this n***as, they whack, n***a
And I'm a whack n***a assassin
See, I ain't even tryna rap with you n***as
You get on the mic and you're capping
See, I might even start to write for you n***as
I get on the mic and it's practice
See, I'm not shitting on anybody
But a lot of you n***as gotta go
And I told my pops I be leaving the crib
And I'm coming back home with a lot of dough
Now I just might give 'em a verse for the stinky
I'm doing these n***as like dominoes
And you might just be a lil' GOAT in your city
But dammit, I'm Zulu, slaughter goats
Now Back To The City, I be fucking it up
I got a bag full of beats and I'm running it up
It's a wrap for you n***as, think you better than us
It's back to back then I'm backing it up
But I'm the same old n***a, new raps and shit
Pesos n***a, they bag a bitch
Cape on, looking like an activist, but they wrong, n***a
I'm an antagonist, but I gotta play on like FIFA
Then I gotta hold it down like this
Crown on, stand tall like Caesar
Head down 'cause I mind my shit
I fell in love with a girl named...
Swear to God, she a bomb-ass-chick
So I gotta stay fly like jeepers
If I gotta hold it down like...
But I done got outta system
I'm out on the loose
Go up and down, I pump like a piston
So cava the juice
It's in disguise, believe in the vision
N***as that fuck with the truth
But I'm from the South, n***a, I've been in ditchies
So I just give em the deuce
[Bridge: Luka Pryce]
I'm going hard in the kitchen
Y'all better run up the plaques
That n***a Pryce on a mission
You cannot argue with facts
Try me you might just go missing my n***a
They taking you out in a flash
Y'all n***as say that you winning
Y'all n***as better do that

[Hook: Luka Pryce]
That n***a out on the loose
That n***a packing the juice
Swerving in his mama whip
Whip it around like a coupé
That n***a madder than you
N***a you better than who ?
Y'all finna talk like a bitch
My bitch is hotter than you


[Verse 2: The Big Hash]
Just made a hunnid thou, n***a
Why would I thow in the towel, n***a?
I am a qualified spitter
Not to mention, I am a breadwinner
Bodied a verse, sent it back in a body bag
The file came with a zipper
I am bag getter, hands on
Ain't talking rock paper scissors
We on the block, you been on my cock
Better get off it, the pen is a Glock
The Glock in my pocket, look at my talent
Put it on God, I got too many pockets
N***as is garbage, Biggy stay heartless, n***a
I really be on some shit
I'm wearing Beyoncé, fuck what the frauds say
N***a, this isn't a counterfeit
Said I wouldn't be here but I'm in this bitch
Same old n***a, new money
Same old n***a, blue hunnids
Same old n***a with a brand new budget
Dom P came in a ice full bucket
So many n***as out here say Biggy they big bro
Some n***as calling me cousin
I'm about the moola, the fetti, the cash, the guap
No time for the dumb discussions
N***as out here don't make no sense
Word? True
I mean, y'all make so much noise out there on the bench
Like, why you upset?
And why you wanna test?
And why you on neck?
Is it 'cause I got next?
And you had your shot?
Can't shit on my name, n***a I'm blessed
Whether you fuck-n***as like it or not
Give a damn about subliminal shots?
I'm glued to my seat with the crown they put over my head
That means I got a permanent spot
Went from an opening act with no cheque
All this shit was pro-bono to headlining slots
Promoters who used finesse me living in regret
And now they gotta cover the cost
[Bridge: Luka Pryce]
I'm going hard in the kitchen
Y'all better run up the plaques
That n***a Pryce on a mission
You cannot argue with facts
Try me you might just go missing my n***a
They taking you out in a flash
Y'all n***as say that you winning
Y'all n***as better do that

[Hook: Luka Pryce]
That n***a out on the loose
That n***a packing the juice
Swerving in his mama whip
Whip it around like a coupé
That n***a madder than you
N***a you better than who ?
Y'all finna talk like a bitch
My bitch is hotter than you