[Verse 1: J.R Writer]
Heard ya music you rooks can never be this hot
Lyrically your useless just push me every bid you got
You must be stupid I put you in the deepest pot
The shit I kick exclusive I'm cooking like the sneaker bot
Keep your props I don't need your props it's a legend here
Everything about me is solid this ain't metal gear
Well aware you are some teddy bears, I will never fear
It's like I can't do anything my bitch comes with me everywhere
Who the hell are you I done had a cold forever
Should be taking Theraflu but I already know I'm better
I housed you, you think your better well I'm doubtful
I'm such a better rapper we'll be better off without you
I ask someone about you that know everything about you
But they couldn't tell me anything about you, they clowned you
I don't gotta clout chase, that is what the clowns do
I will give a round to anyone around you

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
Hey yo
Fake papers in case they ID me
FBI and NYPD watch me like I'm a wide TV
Huh, they realize that I'm greedy
And all my clients feed me
Started a trap from supplying freebies
You dying easy if you try and beat me
Them guys so sweet, last time we had beef I caught diabetes
I make sure you snakes die sneaky
We ain't signing treaties, have y'all attending wakes biweekly
Marijuana keep my eyes sleepy
A [?] hide deeply before the FBI seek me
I'm out shopping in Waikiki
Your designer come from a n***a on a corner in a daisuke
I built the enterprise easy, them guys need me
I bring the pies, they come and divide PC
You clowns gon' die creepy
And my clip a long story, some shit you can't describe briefly