[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look
They praying on my downfall, they wish they could stop me
I got hit with three shots and the shit didn't drop me (I ate those)
The neck and the wrists-es is rocky (No cap)
I got positioned on the top, now you n***as gotta sit and just watch me (You gotta watch, n***a)
Lobster tail and shrimp with the broccoli (Hah?), my trench is Versace
All cheetah print, so the bitches can spot me (Whoo)
Shit that I jot, I should be listed as top three (No cap)
Thirty-clip in this Glock, I'll hit your bitch in the top piece (Boom boom boom)
I got rich fast, they wanna know how it feel
Other rappers whose career been going downhill (Hah?)
N***as who had a lil' buzz and even signed deals
They back broke in the 'jects, drinkin' brown still (Ahahaha)
I pulled the 2020 Bеnz off the lot
Draco and four-pound the only friends that I got
You can look at my scars, see I been through a lot
Bеfore this rap shit, I had a fork spinnin' in a pot (Whip)
I ain't have no workers then, I had to push it myself
Bought it hard 'til I learned how to cook it myself
I made myself a boss, I wasn't lookin' for help
In the mirror, I see a G when I look at myself, n***a (Talk to 'em)
Yeah, every night my block action-packed (No cap)
I listened to the n***a rap and that was cap (Haa)
Pink strings in the Cactus Jack
Steph Curry MVP shit, I’m winnin' back to back, back
[Chorus: Pharaohe Monch]
Although they pray on my downfall
I stay workin' just to prove them wrong
From the 716 all the way down to the Southside
We outside (Ayy), we outside (Ayy), we outside (Ayy), we outside (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Che Noir]
Can't leave my prints, so I wore hand gloves
Took a penny from my thoughts, put in a poor man's cup
These words I riddle in verses was inspired by visions of fiends' veins
I thought it looked like scribbles and cursive
My struggles never made sense until I cashed a check
I always wanted more, but couldn't get it 'til I mastered less
Was mad and stressed 'cause I rapped the best
Could slash a rapper’s neck, 'cause every bar is a bullet like my trigger finger had Tourette's
Being underrated? Shit ruined my patience
Guess I'm due for vacation; set back, kept losing the basics
I was due for embracing, but still, I knew I would make it
The shit I drew was amazing
Don't fit the mold from them rules they created
Hunger pangs left me chewin' a razor
Racists threw us in cages, and ate the food in our faces
I'm motivating to the ones in the crew that I hang with
They got rap sheets long enough they can use as a blanket
Fans asking, “How long it's gon' take to know she's the best?”
At what point does paying your dues leave you in debt?
Used to freeze where I slept so I could see every breath
Wore my heart on my sleeve 'til it started to eat my flesh
Tried to spit that introspective shit, but n***as missed it
So I flipped it, a misfit that put wack rappers into a hit list
This rap shit made me sadistic; message was cryptic
And just one bar could turn rappers to a statistic, for real
[Chorus: Pharaohe Monch]
Although they pray on my downfall (Ooh, Lord)
I stay working just to prove them wrong
From the 716 all the way down to the Southside
We outside (Ayy), we outside (Ayy), we outside (Ayy), we outside (Yeah)