[Verse 1: Hit Boy]
Coming from the corner of the IE now my stats peaking
To paying a quarter milly in tax when its that season
I'm snapping for that reason, I am on my flat feet shit
You gotta pay up, I swear it ain't no catchiness
This is a layup
Young Kobe with the rock except I play out in Paris
I'm really talking 'bout the R.O.C
Made my way out the ferris and now I'm wheeling something, stop
N***as claiming they wavy and they ain't even left the dock
Check the clock n***a
My beats harder than times is
N***as struggle to eat and they can see where Barack lives
N***as stay with the heat but steady freeze at they mom crib
Cousin staying for weeks, room feel like a mosh pit
But now I promise when we go pop tags, this shit is crazy
Running through Aloha Rag like it was Macy's
Working at my own pace now, I'm just stuck to winning
And I am just beginning
And tell me who you know fresher than Hit giving the facts
I'm here to take the world and I ain't giving it back
Cause I made 500 off of them beats before 22
Emmett Smith with my benefits on all these other dudes
Hit the shift with the quickness right in front of you
I been the shit and I'm in this bitch, so in other news
I'm moving fast n***a peep my revenue
All about that new class like I switched my schedule, gone
[Verse 2: Oktane]
HS87 the top is the only space for us
So make like your girlfriends face and give me some space to bust
I don't know what you doing, just know we don't get no sleep
F your girlfriends sister, your main chick and the police
Young god of the flow all you other n***as preachers
Principal of the building at most you n***as is teachers, hah
These rappers watching me like I'm supposed to dance
Your girl supposed to glance because I'm tight as Oprah's yoga pants
I'm just celebrating life with every n***a that I came with
All my n***as ball you ain't got a razor to shave with
Everybody want to eat and not wash the dishes they ate with
But when you paid just call a maid, now watch greatness
If you n***as fly I'd rather walk
And if you n***as doing it I rather talk
I eat n***as you wouldn't last where I came from
And you n***as want that fire so here Oktane come
Okay I'm way too high up above these n***as and way too far ahead of them
Like clicker pencils my sickest n***as will put that lead in ya
Rappers try to down me like "that lil' n***a getting better bruh"
I'm so boss, I'm dope, awesome, incredible, tight, et cetera
Oktane Hussein and Bishop Bin Laden
Supreme n***as my team keep everything sovereign
Young n***as in all black that ya'll duck from
You know the clique, HS 86 + 1
I'm gone
[Verse 3: Price Tag]
It's time to pay homage, to my n***as locked up in bondage
I leave you n***as astonished with every word that I vomit
You n***as ain't rhyming, you failing that whole assignment
I hit the strip club make it rain and change up the climate
I'm off of the beef, you call for the beef then I call for the heat
And leave you scarred like the mark of the beast
Now call for your priest
High School Musical, you rappers all actors
If I leave the game you rappers is all bastards
Hustling backwards, I'm taking the cream route
N***as saying they the truth with this rapping I need proof
I'm feeling so good Imma cop me a cream coupe
And pull up with some white Nikes, gold chains and a jean suit
Make 10 mill, blow 6 and bury 4
For my enemies them guns get drew to bury more
I pull up with the doors off, call it drowsy
Get it? Doze off, drowsy
Mane these rappers lousy, I'm outtie
Price