[Pre-Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
I work, I grind
Watch all these lames go pro, though
Don't trip, real shit
I'ma be there for sure, though
I put my heart
In every single thing I wrote, though
From here on, if they wack
We're pullin' up on n***as like "Oh no!"

[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
We're still off the bullshit, woah
Still off the, still off the bullshit, woah (Hoo!)
Still off the bullshit, woah
Still off the, still off the bullshit, woah (Hoo!)
We're still off the bullshit, ho
Still off the, still off the bullshit, ho (Hoo!)
Still off the bullshit, ho
We're still off the, still off the bullshit, ho (Hoo!)

[Post-Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
I work, I grind
Watch all these lames go pro, though
Don't trip, real shit
I'ma be there for sure, though
I put my heart (Look)
In every single thing I wrote, though
From here on, if they wack (Scru)
We're pullin' up on n***as like "Oh no!"
[Verse 1: Scru Face Jean]
Legendary n***a (Facts!)
And every day that legends gettin' bigger
I shall die as a legendary figure (Real talk)
My set is getting richer, and I ain't talkin' pennies, lil' n***a
I mean 'richer' as in deeper and more thicker (Ching-ching!)
They really tried to diss us, but now they gotta listen to the spitters (Uh-huh)
Tried to kick us, blew they feet up off they kickers (Grrat!)
[?] 'cause we the sickest, n***as really thought that they could get us (Haha)
Try to show they ass like a stripper (Hahaha)
When they shootin' at you n***as, it ain't Blocboy, it's a hot toy
It'll chop with the stock, boy, rock boy (Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo!)
Or the [?] with the mop, boy, if they pop, boy
You gon' drop like the stock, boy, Fetty Wap, boys (Grrt, grrt, grrt!)
'Cause they here, then they gone (Facts)
But I swear, by next year, I'll be on (Facts!)
N***as better prepare for the throne (Keep it real)
Wack n***as be weird 'cause we home, and you will be gone (Gone!)

[Pre-Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
I work, I grind
Watch all these lames go pro, though
Don't trip, real shit
I'ma be there for sure, though
I put my heart
In every single thing I wrote, though
From here on, if they wack
We're pullin' up on n***as like "Oh no!"
[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
We're still off the bullshit, woah
Still off the, still off the bullshit, woah (Hoo!)
Still off the bullshit, woah
Still off the, still off the bullshit, woah (Hoo!)
We're still off the bullshit, ho
Still off the, still off the bullshit, ho (Hoo!)
Still off the bullshit, ho
We're still off the, still off the bullshit, ho (Hoo!)

[Post-Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
I work, I grind
Watch all these lames go pro, though
Don't trip, real shit
I'ma be there for sure, though
I put my heart
In every single thing I wrote, though
From here on, if they wack
We're pullin' up on n***as like "Oh no!"

[Verse 2: Crypt]
I'm a legendary spitter and I've proved it time and time again
You a bitch, you got your rhymes from a Five and Dime bin
Ramadan when I'm rhymin' the awful thoughts on my mind
Because I'm fast with the lines and I pray on half of these guys
That I'll make 'em whine when they reflect on disrespectin' the gods
You wanna step to us? You better check your resumé, liars
'Cause we can sniff one out when bitches out here itchin' for clout
And, boy, one false move, and you'll get kicked in the mouth
Because we still love the bullshit, bitches out here gettin' killed
For half of the shit that your wack-ass was out here pullin'
Now [?] rhymes, [?] still make a ho [?]
For the shit that you steal, well, now that shit is for real
I had to prove it, never ever fuck with me again
They treatin' you like a friend 'til you got back on your bullshit
Now back out my life 'fore you lose it, and move quick
'Cause I'm quick to snap back and come and loot, bitch