[Verse 1: Selah the Corner]

In the back of mind I want to win it
Running this rap race until the finish
Cause CHH been home for a minute
But I'll probably leave it alone in a minute
I told the homies 'bout love, kill then later risen
But why love when they see how far the hater get them
I spit God word. Every bar is plagiarism
I Look around and all I’m seeing is favoritism
I know what its like to be last on it
Get a concept bar and even fast on it
Get a track black out and straight mash on it
For somebody to tell you they’re going to pass on it
Tears of a real spitta
They bottle living water I need a real river
And my mission to try and marry her
What I deliver ain't bigger than the deliverer
So tell me about your goal homie
You rap for the rock, you gotta roll homie
Ill tell you what an old school with flow told me
Y'all's way, currency is souls homie
So I'm only on that money tip
While these politician will fold like a money clip
Souls of the paper I'm a fiend
But you already know what I mean
Its all about the C.R.E.A.M
[Verse 2: Selah the Corner]

I've been in cyphers with some of the realest
Handled a couple rappers, y'all call them the illest
But still I tell them the bars with the divine control
Collabs ducking me they don’t wanna get mid control, its cool
Fame never what I run on
Souls the prey and i'm steady getting my hunt on
Nearing my end zone and these rappers getting their punt on
Trying to make music theses unbeliever can't front on
Y'all already know that I spit to the shooters
What they callin' us Sevin? Neighborhood polluters
But homie, yo tracks and the Christ we link, probably stopped more killings than your neighborhood precinct
My conglomerate honors the cost
We light up the dark and we honor the torch
And were using this Hip Hop in finding the lost
Don’t like what were doing?
We come off the porch

[Verse 3: Bizzle]

That’s what its about, huh?
Bizzle!
They hypnotized by the Bar Code
Spit a lie flip a pie for their car note
Live and die just to whip a ride and check the iPhone
Get to dissing God, know the kitchen got a hot stove
(lets go)
You ain't feelin me, I feel the same
Agree to disagree just don’t get in the way
And try to compare Bizzle to a lil' Wayne is comparing a couple dope lines to a brick of cain
What you rappers want? respect?
After seeing the things you rappers will do for a check
This week is a pistol next week it’s a dress
This week is molly next week its sex
Wonder what they will have y'all telling us all next
Live fast die young they're selling us all death
Lil' Snupe past I didn't even wan to read about it
Same cats pushing murder raps want to tweet about it
But homie what are you going to do about it
You probably supplied the soundtrack for the dude who shot him
You pop murder all in your songs
But if murders wrong then its wrong
It shouldn't be about the money