[Verse 1: Fashawn]
Yo, friends come and they go, so
I hit and left, chick on the steps
Didn't expect, givin' me neck
Flippin' my [?] to death
Grip it and rip it to shreds
Gritty and i'm gettin' this bread
N***as is...

[Intermission: Fashawn and Sway]
Hold up, let the bitch breathe
Take your time
Ok, uh, yo, uh

[Verse 2:Fashawn]
Yo i'm young F, dumb fresh
Three chains, one chest
Aka unimpressed
N***a, i'm from the F
That's F-R-E-S
N-O, professional
It's all love, n***a, X and O
Might just pop a X and go
Yeah, I'm from CA n***a all day
Catch me in a hallway with an AK
All day, uh
Always, got entrees, uh
So i'm serving like a waiter, uh
Y'all n***as is haters
[Verse 3: Ben G, Fashawn, both]
It's go time
Some more rhymes (Okay)
Since '09 ('09)
I been gettin it (uh)
From my first mixtape with green lantern all out to kush packs
That's the motherfuck about Ben G, i don't push back
Yeah Shade 45 this is a ransom
Sway call Kanye, you found the answer
Ben G, I'm back in this bitch
My attitude, backpackin' this bitch (ah!)
Full of packs in this bitch
I do not act in this bitch
Do not give me a Oscar
Bitch we are poppin'
The last one i pulled out the bag, this one is coming off the top
I came off the block, cause them cops is too hot

[Verse 4: Fashawn]
Hot, yuck, n***as hit 'em fuckin' shots
Like YA,YA,YA,YA n***as know that's me
Uh, fresh off the F, can't test me, yeah
Matter of fact, don't call the cops, n***a arrest me!
Young F-A-S-H-A-W-N
You n***as got no idea how much motherfuckin' trouble you in
And that's me n***a, that's g n***a
That's freestyle, no written man, that's free n***a
You gotta pay for it, it ain't free n***a
Word, word to my n***as in the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
Fresno, LA all the way to the motherfuckin' FC, what's up
CA in your area, uh , bout to cause hysteria, uh
Sick as malaria, and what up!
[Verse 5: Ben G]
I'm not a mainstream rapper
I ain't Hollywood and i can't be an actor
Where the traffickers, trappers
All you rapper straight ass and you backwards
I can't hold back laughter, you mix-eyed master, nothing comes after
I'm a crazy ass bastard, paint it from the bottom of the ladder
They say i don't look the part but i'm coming from the heart
Ain't that what you call art? went hard from the start
I walk around my city, no security is with me ain't nobody pulled my card
Nobody will, everybody chill, everybody know the deal, we real
And the flow 'sycho, but i ain't got mental patients keep sayin' I'm ill