Verse 1 -David Bars
They never thought i'd be here to take it this far
Foot on the gas like I don't have no brakes on my car
Bar for bar they trying to borrow my style
Forget next season foot on they neck season right now
I've been nice since I started
Fully automatic clip I never miss my target
The aims accurate so the legends is backin' it
I'm runnin' this and none of this shit happened on accident
Really living what I rap homie i ain't just rappin' it
I'm one hundred like them hundreds n***as be stackin' with
Blue faces new faces ain't no clothes inside them suitcases
Same n***as with me from the jump a couple new faces
Been about it bro behind the wall he fightin' two case
When he come home we take a trip to see some new places
There's more to life than just trappin' and things
And we ain't even see the half of them things
Plaques on the wall I'm going platinum with things
I'm not just a rapper that sings
I'm Mike Jordan back to back with them rings
And I don't lack anything i mastered these things
Masters of ceremony the master who mastered it
Now its hard for them to ignore me
I just ball me that's another story ain't got nothing for me
Hollow tips in the chamber I deal with guns like i'm Cory
Empty the cartridge right where your heart is
And if i miss your chest it hit your head so in regardless I empty the clip
And charge back against the wall it made me work better
Rap is like crack it ain't coming to me cause my work better
I'm from the Bronx where it's birthed at
The same place where my moms got her purse snatched
And still kept her head up, stay in your lane
This ain't for fame and i ain't gone let up
And if you fall dane you better get up
Its Bars
[Verse - Cory Gunz]
Bruh, give a little n***a his ball back
I was involved in all that shit before rap
You lucky you just came home and your door clapped
Talking Borat and all that snitchin like his jaw tapped
When i was more lax, i throw an axe at your thorax
I ain't been on that
Lately i've been on my nomad cause these n***as no good
And your sistas could be so bad and still be no good
Type of shit to get me so mad some eriole stuff[?]
I don't think you should get no bag
If you ain't worth what it cost when it on you that's a whole flag
I'm from the seven four and vice by you know ave[?]
They be actin nuts but they ain't got the go nads
I got blood on my hand dear god I know that
Move in strategy not in motion I had to grow that
N***as used to think I was frontin' I had to go back
N***as used to think I was bluffin' I had to show that
N***as used to think it was nothin' I had to go tax
You ain't gotta believe me for nothin', n***a go ask
I came up fresh, came up stressed, came up flexed
Came up less, regardless I came up blessed
Wake up, stretch, push ups, it ain't enough sets
Roll up, smoke, write shit and wake up deaf
It gave me shit, I turnt up and gave fucks less
The way he spit, burn stuff and make buck stretch
I do this for n***as who probably never face luck let
Its for n***as who had ups but ain't touch net
This for n***as who going pain upset
This for the diamonds in the rough
Grinding who ain't get they name up yet
Everything about the fame ain't great
Closed ones who criticize and try to say it ain't hate, wait