[Intro: Jay NiCE]
Early morning, came to fuck these n***as up (Nice [?], spark the spirits)
You know what's goin' on, man, East Side, East Side, East Side, n***a
Yeh!

[Verse 1: Jay NiCE]
I'm like Kobe, I'm snappin', Black Mamba
Seem like every 24, a pussy's always cryin' 'bout somethin'
Bunch of ovary-actions
Dress fly in the coziest fashions
Then catch a flight, you can't come, it's too much emotional baggage
The Lion back with Tha Shogunn Assassin, throwin' ratchets
Straps to these kids, I'm Joseph Jackson
My white bitch look like Jackie Onassis, [?]
I'm Nas when he wrote Illmatic (Yeh, yeh!)
The flow still classic; you see me when you see me, I'm a rare sight
On top of the holy mountain droppin' bombs, it's a airstrike
FLAiR Jordan, so of course I wear Mikes (Of course)
These n***as coppin' knockoff gear, what the fuck is an "Air White"?
Virgil turnin' over in his grave
I'm the show that n***as came for, posted center stage (Wuh!)
And every day, a n***a gettin' closer to the game
Just to see that it's not real; at least a n***a got meals (Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!)

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
When I craft, I put on a masterclass
Yeah, I passed the class; I got cash to grab in massive bags
Stop you in your tracks
You try to advance and get knocked back
It's the king of games, goin' at rappers, deranged
And bringin' shame; you leavin' in pain, in flame
I'm steady doin' roadwork; if you know you know
Heavy is the head that wear the crown, but it's light to me
I'm a sight to see
Ain't no takin' back what's done, time don't rewind
We never stop the grind, sever spines with lines and raw rhymes
You small mind