[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)
Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Woah)
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin' outlaw
Four times for them days that were all bad (Woo)
Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah)
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to—

[Verse 1: Starringo]
Ayy, when I step in the booth, yeah, that's another hit (Outta here)
Perfect attendance, they know I never miss (Yeah)
I'm goin' body for body, I got the evidence
The way they callin' me the G.O.A.T., I changed it to my government
Been killin' rappers since I was a jit', I fell in love with it
You put 'em on a track, I chew them n***as like some Dover men
Louisiana savage, you can tell the way I'm thuggin' it
Would never, I can sense this goin' down, you know I'm uppin' it, I'm tellin' you
Ayy, big dawg status, they like, "Who done let the dog in?"
If I say we comin', you gon' have to let us all in
Treat it like the season after summer, I just fall in
Had to go to work for this verse, I'ma call in
Put 'em in the dirt, it get worse, I go all in
ATM swipe, it disperse, now I'm ballin'
Gotta be first, you know me, ain't no stallin'
I'ma get to it, no weak, no pausin'
They say they slidin', but we Tokyo driftin'
I had to step on a couple rappers to get my position (Yeah)
Ain't really wanna do it to 'em but I made it a mission
I'm like a shelf with the dishes, I put myself in the kitchen
I push start just to start the ignition
I touch hearts, this should be an emission to see me flow like this
I put the pedal to the flo' like this
And take off, rims off, said they no chain, no Quavo
Rappin' like I'm outta my mind
You know they vouchin' for the kid, 'cause I'm top of the line
They put them bars in a row and I'm not in a line
You know a different type of kind
This a matter of time 'fore they see that
Takin' shots at my peep at grocery stores
Make me wanna flash out and take a soul (Rah)
Put 'em on ice like Isis, Lord knows
But if I steal a candy bar, open doors (Rah)
[Verse 2: Catra]
Una vez para los que me dudaron (Ah)
Dos veces para los que me juraron (Woo)
Tres para las que cuernos me pegaron
Cuatro para las que amaba, estando bajo me dejaron
Cinco veces para los que traicionaron (Yeah)
Seis pa' los que de mí se aprovecharon (Ah)
Siete, ocho, nueve, diez
Don't care for your penitence
You can go to hell with your right hand on the Bible
It's all about survival, killed it on arrival
Killin' all my rivals, me levanto si me caigo
No creo que haiga campo para todo lo que traigo
No hallan donde esconderse si se mete como un psycho
Circulo vicioso, but you gotta break the cycle
You can never melt these bars, I can't be recycled
Llego y dicen, "Ay, no", listenin' and I know
Tryna read what I wrote, this is not a typo (Ah)
They gon' learn, a las buenas, a las malas
Le meto duro cuando me entra las ganas
Solo es la punta y salen embarazadas
I dealt my hand after I dealt with the problems
Whoever want 'em, you can tell 'em I got em
Spot 'em, drop 'em, stomp 'em, dale, vale, madre
Jaque mate y sale, padre, arre, arre
El que me debe que lo pague en sangre
Y más le vale not to opt in violence
O que en paz descanse! (Ah)
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Lex Bratcher]
One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)
Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Woah)
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin' outlaw
Four times for them days that were all bad (Woo)
Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah)
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (Ha, uh, look)

[Verse 3: Lex Bratcher]
I'm puttin' you through imminent pain, and I don't give a fuck
Spittin' only rhythm and flame, and I don't get enough credit
Let it into my veins so I can feel the stuff that warrants me
To enter your brain, I'm talkin' eminent domain
I'm killin' Isis with the fight shit
Any n***a that might diss, so divisive
Flow cold so when I spit, it is ice chips
So dark in my mind, someone hit the light switch
I don't fuck with sexism, defendin' all my chicks
(He copy me), he goin' through an identity crisis
(I'm in the ring), you don't want none of this mouth, I am Tyson
But the funny thing is these other n***as out here bitin'
I'm gonna make it, I'm psychic
I keep murderin' every beat, I'm leavin' 'em all lifeless
I got more drive than a teen tryna get his license
So many naked queens runnin' 'round me, call 'em Titans
I be high as fuck so much that I'm a flight risk
I got you on my scope, I promise it's on sight shit
She excited, she lookin' at me dead in my iris
I make her super wet, then I suck her dry like a Dyson
Tryin' to sell my hits but all my rhymes is priceless
Small percentage makes it, I'ma be in a tight fit
Tired of bein' broke, I've come to term with my vices
Here on out, I am winnin', I'm superb and decisive
Get it? I'm super indecisive
I don't know how I'm evil when my flow is the nicest
Oh, and I sense these hoes I might fight with
When I do a show, you know I sign the fine print
Know my style's vibrant, I'm colorful
It seems, though, I'm a seagull, but, see, you're just gullible
None of you add value to me, you're all nullable
My DNA is coded to be more than all you other hoes
I just want the Porsche, I can't afford it, but I'm comin' close
Ready for the orbit, you can show me on the Hubble, yo
She wants me to come, so if we're going then be subtle, though
I control the order so my homies gotta huddle, bro, no
[Verse 4: Kvng Moses]
When I said I wasn't fuckin' with you, I meant that (No cap, n***a)
I was seventeen, everyone thought my shit's trash
Everybody side-eyed on the sidelines while I'd write lines at gym class
Bitch-ass, hopin' a n***a did bad (No)
The tables turned, but I been that n***a
Make 'em—(Tss), when I rip it like a skin tag, n***a
Takin' care of five kids, I needed quick cash, in fact
If you fuck with them, you gettin' slapped like Chris ass (Ha)
N***as see I'm hot, but you ain't cool with me now
Bitches see I'm gettin' money, thoughts of usin' me
Curly hair with the jewelry, now they bumpin' my music
When truth be told they didn't fool with me
Really watchin' with scrutiny (Wow)
N***a, don't give me dap, and a handshake
When, in past days you wanted smoke like an ashtray
Bad days, really tryna rap with no fanbase
Now the flow nasty like a pack of fuckin' mayonnaise (Ugh)
And I got 'em listenin', maybe Dad would be proud of my vision
If he found out I'm gifted, that hungry stomach sound like an engine
He'd be only interested in seein' how much I'm gettin'
To see if I'ma give him out a percentage (Fuck outta here, n***a)
I don't give two fucks, hope you heard of me
College Station, n***a, leave yo' ass needin' surgery (Brrah)
Attitude been bad and it's worsenin'
If I ever give an explanation, it's a courtesy (Family lookin')
Family lookin' at me like I'm crazy or somethin'
(Let me hold some, cuh'), yo, what the fuck you talkin' about?
Tryna get that kind of cash where you get lost tryna count it
Neighbourhood worse than ISIS, I ain't walkin' without it
Joyner, these other n***as don't seem focused
They think they sick, but I breed COVID
They want the change like they been homeless
I am him, bitch, I'm Kvng Moses
And I've risen like the streets told it, n***a, haha (Streets told it, n***a)

[Outro: Starringo, Catra, Lex Bratcher & Kvng Moses]
Haha, 'Ringo ('Ringo)
Yeah, ha, got the rrah
Lex up
Moses, let's go