[Verse]

This ain't neck and neck bitch I'm Chris Bosh
D Money wet em up like a car wash
N***as lame say they dunking on the game, I just checked the basket and the shit said “Osh Kosh”
Why these n***as got opinions?
When we talk bars you ain't mentioned
Every line I'm spittin wicked
Pray to the lord I'm forgiven
Spit acid
No tab on my tongue n***a
Try to diss me then you dumb n***a
She on the trombone and I beat that like a bass drum
Stuntin like she a virgin? Well today she gonna take one
We too deep, we in all black, and I dare a n***a to say something
She bounce on the dino like a pogo
Up down, up down like a yoyo
Say they cold but they sweet call em froyo
For the bars, y'all jones like lolo
Young n***a ask your girlfriend she know
If you snitch catch stitches, no Lilo
Hot like a big n***a in a peacoat
Minions, y'all know where be though
Going crazy till I got my own Vevo
Do it for the city like I'm D Rose
Y'all Shaq, I'm Nash with the free throws
Faith game strong like I'm Tebow
Too real, I'll never break g code
I'll come for that ass like Nemo
Call 911, no Reno
Get the memo? Be like me more, damn
The city sell paraphernalia
Don't trust him he look like a squealer
You n***as is chasing them racks
Trying to get my family a billion
How much I been through you don't wanna know
Trying to count big bills, no Buffalo
Writing all this fire got my hand hot
Going out like a lame? No I cannot
Killing young men of my kind
Then y'all n***as wonder why I hate cops
Fuck n***a, no I don't feel ya
I'm fly as Amelia
It really ain't no thing, I got Dylaan B in this thing
You need a knife in your back and a bullet to the chest
And no pulse to feel my pain yeah yeah
That shit the truth
Manslaughter when I'm in the booth
I ain't trying to kick it, ain't trying to hang
N***as fuck around try to tie my noose
Yeah yeah I got the juice yeah yeah I got the sauce
I win bitch ain't shit never dead locked
Everything I spit accurate head shot
N***as dying on a Sunday when the lead pop
Take you out the picture, my n***as will crop it
Bitch I spit fiya, propane in my veins
All these rappers my children like Erica Kane
R.I.P SK
My loud man a ese
I do not beg not even your pardon
Got the Tommy on me, my heart Cole
Now tell me where the fuck is Martin
Let's get it
[Outro]

Ahh ahh
Thought I was done uh
My city said I'm the one uh
I body rappers for fun uh
If you the shit, I'm runs