[Verse 1: MIKE]
It's either you fam or you food, it's only my mans in the room
I do this dance for the sun, with both of my hands on the moon
A lot of you n***as is trash, I guess I'm extending the broom
I did this work all alone, please stop pretending its you
I spent some days in my room, so I could present this to youth
My boys need a ring this year, and I need a letterman too
Youngest in the game right now, but i'm making veteran moves
I need that guaca right now, smellin' like Mexican food
Fuck, I just said food twice, boy i'm a star in the blue night
Boy, I'ma bar if the mood right, noisey my bars when the tune hype
You spitting but you ain't really move MIKE
When you on stage, you don't move mics

[Verse 2: Johnny U]
MIKE-y set the mood right with food twice, far out gimme two slices
Who's nice as this? Who writes like this?
You paid his dues on used mics or slightly preowned, rightly he owns all the steaks
Y'all fight for meat bones
Write and rewrite rhymes, the reflex time is tight like ice to knee bones
I just said bones twice, roll this track like pits to Old Spice
Golden flow just pissed and missed the bowl, mister old guy
Fists of coals, hot furnace burnin', might preach a sermon on demon worship
This evil wordsmith will have you asking 'fore you open that trap, go to spittin' that rap, is it even worth it?