[Verse 1: Che Noir]:
Look, skin chocolate or brown, shape butter, bein' a boss as a child
'Cause it's based off your mindset not your dollar or mosh
See, I'm crossin' the ground, naw, n***a, I'm the talk of the town
Broke n***as always say shit, it's not my fault that you down
I paid these n***as no attention when they tell me they want me
And shoot a n***a on the corner and a joke 'cause he funny
You outside all day but still failed to get money?
At this point y'all got me convinced y'all n***as sellin' the money
Look, this that Upstate New York shit
And just to get my money up I did a few morе flips
And just to get my name out I took a few morе trips
Then I split the money even just like 2 for 6
Look, I got my foot on this pedal
I'm still convinced that I can get my n***as out of this ghetto and still get rich
Seek through dollar-flooded bezels to fill our wrist
But n***as still keep enough metal to build a fence

[Verse 2: Fred the Godson]:
Tell 'em rhymers I'm goin' harder (I'm goin' harder)
And I ain't just spittin', it's the saliva of the God (Of the God)
Carve my face in the Mount Rushmore
The kind amount'll be much more (Uhuh)
Off K we buyin' property too (Facts)
In the game we step on squares like the Monopoly shoot (Woo)
See we never gon' stop what we do, the band is just startin'
I can get the work cheaper then stand for Martin (Hehe)
Say what you say, let's have 'em a disarray
Infra-red light on the barrel, see disarray (Disarray)
With the top scope, n***a, that be filet
Got n***as that Pop Smoke soundin' like Michel'le (Damn)
We still baggin' it (Uhuh)
I dropped the ice cubes and I see things
Big worm's head in the cabinet (Uhuh)
N***a, no emblem 'cause I ain't havin' it (Uhuh)
Believe in ya anthem, I'm cappin' it, God