[Verse 1: TK]
It's Go hard or go home
Life is a bitch so im trynna keep a boner till my grim weeper come
So i f**k the beat up
With no protection
Ya'll can stay watchin' boy im heir to the throne uhh
Im sickle with this shit
Like the boy been ill
Since the last time malé and palé shunned safe sex
Receiving late night texts from ur ex
Tellin' me to come
Rub-her cause she knows am smooth like latex
She's an ol habit
Guess the karats on the watch attract the bunnies boy I'm lavish 
But f**k with my team i'll leave u in a comma
Knock leaves off ur family tree like it was October
Move over
Una never ready like a born again chic tryna give her first becky
Boys are not smiling so the swagg is unfriendly
So that bitch follow me home then on Toby_Kehinde
And she
Give me medulla oblongata
Men hakuna matata who hotter?
Your rappers singing sweet shit on that lullaby
Ya'll belong in piñata, 
Probably think u on my level ol boy u jones like indiana...Rahh
My music got more substance than an element
Intricate, intellect, metaphors piece of cake
It's a new movement
You other boys gettin' left over like broccoli on a dinner plate...hey!!

[Verse 2: ATello (Favorite College Kids)]
Racks for the buckle
Stacks for the knuckle
Chef on the yacht and he rolling that tobacco
Its drastic times, I got my mind on the plastic
Like nasty nas, tony told me stillmatic
Trap in the attic
Gat for the gadget
Batman bitch
I got a black automatic
New boy on the block
Bxxxh watchu want
Got the suit on
DoubleM fly, aurevoir
Talking Dupont money
NewYork money
Stay scheming hoe
No look warm money
Whooo! Whoo!
We jingling baby
BadBoy Tello its all about the Benjamins baby 
Im in ya city mof'
Like Diddy mof'
F-C-K i be that pretty mof'
Ohhh sxxt
Said they got some mo chics
Said they got some mo liquor
And they tryna blow sxxt
Like TICK! TICK! BOOM!

[Verse 3: QG (Favorite College Kids)]
Watch me unravel my thoughts
Watch me spill out my feelings
So I don't give a fuck what u thought
Ill be on my way to my millions
Ill be on my way to da dealership
Way to dat Philly shit
Heavy on the waist
Man U thought I was a killer, bitch
Six figure n***a
Get in my mind state
All dem chicks want a n***a
But they all talking nonsense
Get rich live life
Broke is in a past tense
I got ur rent on my lens
My life is everlasting
I speak that money dialect
I speak like I'm on rhymefest
No time for the nonsense
Ur favorite rapper past tense
N***as is like bitches
Hating is all spite
U bubble like u hot
But y'all cold
Y'all sprite
My bitches is all dikes
I just do it
I'm so Nike
I'm Christian Dior like
I'm pissing u off right?