[Intro: Crank Lucas]
Wake up
Eh yo, Wale
Tell Ross holla at me, fool, Crank is cranking beats
All I need is
50,000
And 50 piece from Wingstop
I don't need no bill though, I'm good
It's all [?]

[Verse 1: Crank Lucas]
OK welcome to the funeral
I'm about to go Hiroshima in the studio
First I kill the track, kill the mix, then I kill the booth
Call this song mass murder featuring Dylann Roof
Hope that double ontondra wasn't too soon
God forgive me, cause I'm letting off a few fumes
If your favorite rapper said it, you'd be ecstatic
But I ain't your favorite rapper, so you'll be a faggot
Black lives matter, white lives matter
But white lives ain't the ones out here getting shattered
I think they tryna provoke us to start a racial war
Cause that'll be the last straw to start marshall law
And all you care about is rap beef and who's gayer
But I ain't one of these artists on the coolade
I'll be at your next show with a switchblade
Cut your performance short if you don't tweet my mixtape
[Chorus: Crank Lucas]
I'm bout to make another rap n***a famous, boy
You better watch for your neck, this is danger, boy
I only beef with real n***as, you's a stranger, boy
Y'all done got me in my mode, this is anger, boy
I'm bout to make another rap n***a famous, boy
You better watch for your neck, this is danger, boy
I only beef with real n***as, you's a stranger, boy
Y'all done got me in my mode, this is anger, boy

[Verse 2: Crank Lucas]
I got OCD
I can't listen to shit but my own CD
My attitude is fuck you and what you do in these streets
I be catching murder charges, what I do to these beats
Stuff six bad broads in a charcole van
You greener than a blade of grass, I'm the lawnmower man
Got a plan, and a few stacks with me
To get it crackin like [?] in New Jack City
Your boo that's with me, she the only broad that's sunkissed
She got the coke bottle shape, that I'm in love with
She pull a seven up for me, then hop in the roller
She make sure I'm never thirsty, all this game that I sold her
Cause I treat her like she ugly, but fuck her like she gorgeous
She got holla'd at by every n***a in Prince George's
Darkskin n***as, light skin n***as
Pitch black purple old night skinned n***as
And rappers making G's outta karots
Put the bullets in their head like a pit black power
You talk guns, but that ain't in your DNA
You wouldn't shoot an open J from two feet away
You wanna come and [?] you need parents permission
I be dishing out passes like Jason Williams, assist
Everywhere I go, they love, I rep the district
Really I'm from PG, but they don't know the difference
[Chorus: Crank Lucas]
I'm bout to make another rap n***a famous, boy
You better watch for your neck, this is danger, boy
I only beef with real n***as, you's a stranger, boy
Y'all done got me in my mode, this is anger, boy
I'm bout to make another rap n***a famous, boy
You better watch for your neck, this is danger, boy
I only beef with real n***as, you's a stranger, boy
Y'all done got me in my mode, this is anger, boy

[Verse 3: Wale]
They say I'm smooth, swav, and I glide like a boxer
Mind like a n***a on his last day boxsta
Instead of feeding them [?], this music I feen for
I'm itching to see the door
Welcome
Fake friends, fake broads take all
I spit it so hard, Poseidon, then break jaws
Survive association you using the word [?]
I'm getting the implication they using my name to floss, oh
And Wale, that's my third cousin
I seen him last week, but I ain't heard nothing from him
Wale, that's my girl brother
Man I seen him last month at the club stuntin' with us
Uh-uh try again, mother sucker
Never be in the club with them motherfuckers
I wouldn't go say that I'm the coolest n***a round
But if you had a one, and wiggled it around
And wished that you could be next to the coolest n***a round
You would be astound, cause I'd still be here
Even not seen, they feel me here
A fresh inhale through the filthy air
[Chorus: Crank Lucas]
I'm bout to make another rap n***a famous, boy
You better watch for your neck, this is danger, boy
I only beef with real n***as, you's a stranger, boy
Y'all done got me in my mode, this is anger, boy
I'm bout to make another rap n***a famous, boy
You better watch for your neck, this is danger, boy
I only beef with real n***as, you's a stranger, boy
Y'all done got me in my mode, this is anger, boy