[Verse 1: Big Zuu]
Green up like a garden, this girl be saying "pardon?"
American swag, Harlem, got a body that is harming
One around your arm in
Make it ring bells that's alarming, Arabic half, that's alarming
Shake you with my right palm in
With a funny side like Cartman
I ain't talking 'bout the driving
See, these brothers busy lying 'bout the guns that they be skying
Screaming "fire" like a hydrant but they quiet like a mice is
Time is of the crisis, we all want what's the nicest
I don't care about the prices, I just care about the liking
On the picture you be sharing, you ain't really caring
'Bout the dignity of parents, busy hearing
To the extent of what they bearing
They emulate that in what they wearing, truth-or-daring
You should truth-or-dare him
And see if he don't lie to the question that you ask
And see if the dare he does won't put you on blast

[Verse 2: Sketch]
People moving like they're colourblind
Would they really know deeply that the world's black and white?
I should have a clear, open mind
But for some reason, I can't sleep on it tonight
Linking all the errors in my head
I'm procrastinating, I don't really wanna go to bed
I'm a danger to society, lyrics from the dead
Hip hop ain't dying, it's just waiting to be fed
They never thought that I could do this
My old guys doubted me, I'm leaving them half clueless
Fake love like my birthday just come up
You say you live Elizabeth, you brehs are always sprung up
See, I don't feel the need to brag
Thinking 'bout thoughts till my brain gets the cramp
Million things and opportunities I've had
Now they just gone through like something slippery in my hand
[Verse 3: Riks]
Switch up the flow and just dump it
Go in reverse, switch verses, then I've slumped it
Wordplay so sick, you'd think I was a book script
Easy where I go, keep these hoes on the new script
Easy how I roll and just spark up this toothpick
Beat so cold, rest in piece and I will rip
Something like a Nike bomber jacket and I will tick
Out strip, the feds hit yard to my new chick
My flow is legit, disregard of a retard
I import bars, hot bars, then I depart
Discard bars that are B-class
Export those nice thoughts that you do cast
Outclass any dude I clash, G
You can bring it to me, I can bring it to you deadly
I call my flow technology cause it's TEC, B
Record tunes and my n***as on the set eat

[Verse 4: AJ Tracey]
Yo, Looney in the cut, thats a scary sight
Telling me you on the strip, you ain't here at night
Uh, and you can hear it sky
Little killers die
And I'm still on the Lizzy chase
Couple gold sweets in the milly case
My link telling me "oh you silly, Ché"
Cuh we in the country like Billy Ray
I be sitting on my own in a dark room
Scribbling some bars and my mind's like a typhoon
BabeStation on the telly, bruddas watching cartoons
Punchlines sharp something like the harpoons
Now my phone's blowing up from my ex
I'm reaching for my Henney, this is too much stress
I'm scrolling through my BB for a hoe to caress
Nice brack and her breasts with the tats on her legs
[Verse 5: Jay Amo]
You bruddas popping dizzle in the club, I know you're moving bait
I'm billing up a fat one in the shed as I hallucinate
Accumulate, how many times do I communicate
To duplicate that piff stink and dro that I be moving late?
My brudda Looney's celebrating, yak and Jäger
Don't know why they hating on me cause I be chasing paper
I be with my brudda Zuu and we be blowing paper
Blowing Os, blowing stresses, we inhale the vapour
Window pane, all I need is weed
Backstrap a fat spliff of the cheddar cheese
Or strap down a fat spliff of the lemony
OG kush or hash or the sour D
I'm blazing every day
Smoking every type of haze, waking up in different days
Waking up in different times and I'm still on my grind
Rapping on this beat but fam, I'm still repping grime