[Intro: Taylor Bennett]
Ayo, TBE, yuh
Bianca Shaw, Taylor Bennett, new age
Aw, the young guy, what up

[Verse 1: Taylor Bennett]
I get intertwined but I'm out of line
A mastermind, never running out of these rapper lines
I used to calculate how much money I make by flipping dimes
And now it’s black ubers, expensive shooters, and dandelions
Rosay, not rosy, even if my momma died
And if she dead then I'm probably livin' it all out through her eyes
’Cause who am I? TBE walkin' across with super thighs
Let's crucify the crucial vibes when it's you and I
With no suit and tie, I'm declaration of independence
I will not witness or forget this and I don't need it scripted
Or inscription, when I barely had a pot to piss in
I still had the vision, I'm still on a mission
Not to make commision or share the vision with politicians
Crooked n***as, no super vicious or mathematicians
Making rash decisions, the superstition is all you needed
To pass the lynching, beginner

[Verse 2: Bianca Shaw]
Yo
I'm writing notes when the bass drop, it’s trouble
Look, no key and lock this level, something of a rebel
When you rise to number one those zeroes follow
When you worth a mil’, backstabbers, they eat a meal with you
But nobody wanna bill with you
If it's murder then it’s prolly be, you ain't heard our bodied beats
Step up in the booth like they all had a lobotomy
And now since you wanna break, pray with the god
In this case it's the goddess and I will always be modest
But bullshit, I'ma call it, blue chicken and call me [?]
Flow be on inferno, n***as thinkin’ it's a turn on when I come on
From holy city, where operators don't care if they save us
Maybe get a, "See you later"
N***as be curled up like slaves to meet your savior
When death at your doorstep
Money leave you soulless, new shoes but you're soulless
Comin' to see me come and meet defeat, that's a sticky situation
Like I'm underneath the seat, royalty when I hit a shooter
You know where I be, 1-5-CP, n***a come and find me
N***a come and find me, yeah

[Verse 3: Taylor Bennett]
Thanks B
I been runnin' a race, I'm racing always
On off days Off White made me feelin' office
I used to always ballplay when I'm in the hallways
And more often, oddly, I been feelin' awfully
Even though I got nothin' but Gucci in my closet
And I be all through the jewelry stores makin' no deposits
And my watch water, Sierra Leone [?] a faucet
And they still want me go, but I ain't Offset
I just keep pushin', I just keep lookin'
Even though the door's closed, all I jock the bookings
And chop Crossfit cooking, 'cause in the ending
The independent gon' cash winnings
I make money and spend the money how I'ma spend it
The only difference, is most these n***as gon' get percentage
TBE