[VERSE 1 - TILLR]
One time for them praying for my death
Two times for the bars that I got on deck
Three times for the red hot flows that I always unload
When I'm tryna fucking slaughter my set
And impress the fans, I do the best I can
To be the best emcee that will ever stand up on stage
Don't ever doubt that I got flames
Want the crown now, I will not wait
Always work hard, killing it the second that the verse starts
Decapitate rappers with the first bar
I be like Earnhardt, racing to the motherfucking top
If you put me on thе spot, I'm gonna spaz and go off
Don't stop till my heart does, whipping bars up
All day and night, trying to change my lifе
And evolve from a no name to a rap legend
When I unleash the wrath, you might need to grab medics
I be leaving tracks shredded, I'm a little mad headed
And I'm working like I know it's my last session
Got to make an impact
Get an uppercut if you been wack
Keep it one hundred, just spit facts
I don't want to kick back
When I could be shutting down the chit chat
It's another level when the kid snaps
Got to let the shit blast, only got flames in the speaker
Know that I'm a dangerous creature
I be doing me, on occasion I'm slaying a feature
You'll never see me taking a breather
I'm taking a cleaver to necks, I'm a fiend for your flesh
You don't want to know the thoughts that are deep in my head
I'm next I can sense it, spit till I'm breathless
Wreck shit then I hit the exit
I'm a true menace
Leaving all you rap dudes headless
It gets rid of my tension
[HOOK]
Going beast mode till I'm gone
And putting my heart into every song
We staying authentic, fuck them if they say I'm not winning
Cause I be feeling like a god with it, run it

[VERSE 2 - THE Frog]
TILLR and Frog, that shits copacetic
And these others fucking rappers out here so pathetic
You think you got motion but it's low kinetics
Ima make my own story as a Roman epic
Bitch I'm on Beast Mode, rocking the G code
My competition sweating like Shaq at the free throw
The bars are automatic and I don't have to reload
I'm gonna make you disappear like I popped smoke
Oh Bro you can't say that don't be an asshole
Doin my thing till I see some cash flow
Pull up on your show, steal yo bitch, do the dash hoe
Make a little dough, did it quick spitting facts though
I put the fun into function, the junk into junction
And if you keep pushing me you gonna find the fuck shit
If you not with the movement, oh well tough shit
Cause we comin and there ain't no discussion
You seen it, I did it and the homie produced it
Style too tough, ain't no way to reduce it
It's not just a hobby, I live it, I do it
Ask me in public, no questions I'll prove it
How I see my future is rapping no flogging
I stepped in the game and climbed right on that god shit
What's this kids name? Bitch this is froggy
Chains on my neck, boy I always stay frosty
Thought you was popping but your style is awful
I'll put you inside it, the nail of the coffin
My shit is corona, that shit leave you coughing
They said I had nothin but lookie I brought it
Uninteresting rappers that think that they're hot shit
They flow like bran muffin, straight bland with no toppings
These low rate rappers, I'ma eat them for breakfast
Hands get to swinging, we get all the way reckless
Fuck with the frog, you gonna learn a quick lesson
One day I'll own this and they'll know who the best is
One, two, and three crossed off of my checklist
You still lining up, must not have got the message