[Verse 1: Julius]
Yo, I give a fuck if you a Crip, fuck if you a Blood
You wanna run up on me dawg, then fuckin' do it cuzz
Fuck a n***a on the 'slow flow' shit, fuck all that homo shit
What the fuck I look like, worryin' about what side a n***a rep?
Call my silent chrome xylophone, silent when I 'X' n***as
I'm sick of this twisted Rap game
The wack n***as is real n***as, the dope n***as act strange
I ain't never met Trinidad Jame$
Seem like a real dude to me, so what if the n***a rap lame?
But anyway, I out-rhyme these Rap-bizz dudes
I wish the legends that passed away could be alive to rap today
I'll out-rap them too, n***a that shit true
You don't like it, here's an ad-lib dude
Fuck Y'all N***as! I'm dressed to kill
So on my hip I wear a 9'
My outfit keeps me alive
I'm fit to survive

[Hook: Julius]
The fuck I look like?!
I ain't never run from a fight
So what the fuck I look like?!
Supposed to be scared of a gun or a knife?
Life's a bitch, I'm a son of my life
So what the fuck I look like?!
A n***a had to struggle and fight
Short fuse, 'bout to fuckin' ignite
What the fuck I look like?!
Givin' up this Rap shit, fact is
I'm a die clutching the mic'
What the fuck I look like?!
[Verse 2: Demetrius]
Fuck I gotta do to get me and my COBsters signed?
Get shot up a lot of times? Well fuck it
I'll take a bullet for my n***as, so we can sign on the dotted line
I spit like Kendrick with Hopsin's mind (that makes sense)
We all got our style from Crooked right?
To get in this game I'll steal a page from the book of Christ
Like Christians promoting that picture of that Klansman look-alike
I'm a start pushin' white
We need a new Suge to leave DJ's shook at night
And I'm a horseman, so I'm a play Suge tonight
They want me to make songs like, "Shake it like a red nose"
Hell no! What the fuck I'm lookin' like?!
I'm talkin' to my n***as 2Pac, 2Pac and Big
You'd probably diss these new n***as if you got to live
You'd probably help this game evolve, y'all woulda done it
So I'll be better than y'all, like y'all woulda wanted

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dice]
I don't give a shit, and I don't give a fuck
I don't give nothin' remotely close to a fuck
Name a crew doper than us, my flow is beautiful
N***a, my flow is breath-taking like a blow to the gut
We heavy, y'all light n***as, I'm a name it the barge
We put out mixtape after mixtape, my gang is in charge
And y'all still impatient, hold on... hold on...
I'm a make you n***as wait on the bars
We raisin' them bars, n***a this that ride-or-die music
We spit that hungry shit, this that Ramadan music
The type of shit we make, gangstas gotta ride to it
This is that 'straight to the point', 'bottom line' music
XXL magazine, doubtin' my clique
But we gon' be on that Freshmen cover, you can count on that shit
Half of them lames on the cover didn't turn out to be shit
Before I bite my tongue, I'll sip from a fountain of piss, n***a
[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kenny]
N***as making fake profiles of me cuz the hoes now love me
Trynna jock my whole style, what you post sounds funny though
You n***as need to get a life or get a knife
Aim for your neck and hit it twice
And everybody shouldn't be rich, look at the shit some do with bread
Lil' Kim's face defines why you should quit while you ahead
I'm not trynna be disrespectful, I still sex you
I'll tell you to your face I'm a fan if I ever met you
But in-case I never get to, I gotta be the realest on Earth
N***a my flow's worth what gold's worth
In fact my flow's priceless, dig?
And we all know how pricey priceless is
I been rappin' for 20 years, there's no one that Kenny fears
Kenny's fierce, if you want bars just lend me ears
Most say I'm the best and they don't know any better
So I forgive the rest cuz they don't know any better
About this Rap shit, what the fuck I look like?!

[Hook]