[Intro: Merkules]
Yeah
Crypt, Scru, what up?
They weren't ready for this one

[Verse 1: Merkules]
Yo, I'm a byproduct of fly talk, all these guys nada
I father the scene, I'm Darth and you Skywalker
I conquer my dreams, that's probably why y'all salty
Me, you couldn't see, try callin' the eye doctor (TheHitBrainiac)
Drop some shit to get more traction than new tires
I'm too fire, even Kevin Gates said he's too tired
Like Kumbaya, bitch, I got that suicide sauce
Merkules, Crypt and Scru, yeah, we a crew of icons, look
Put me on a track and then see what happens, I might OD, put your team in caskets
Someone tell Sway that I need the answers, everybody want a little piece, I'm snappin'
Fuck your subscribers, I'm done rhymin', I'll come find them
I keep that extra gas on me like a truck driver
I'm unsigned, but I'm dumb fire, so come try it
They aspire to be like us with the umpire
Used to be broke, but now our cabinets full
Like cocaine in a pot, let's get it crackin' for sure
Took the cards I was given, and then I charged through the industry
This is manifestation, I put my star power in this shit
So you beatin' me is like claimin' R. Kelly's innocent
Birthin' triplets, yeah, the whole squad's really in this bitch
[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
They say they're homies, but they're phony, it amazes me (Ha, ha)
Shit is make believe
I'm standing ten toes down, ain't no fake in me (Ha, ha)
Just put your faith in me
If you love me, then pray for me, I'm goin' in again (I'm goin' in!)
If you love me, then pray for me, I'm goin' in again (I'm goin' in!)
If you love me, then pray for me, I'm goin' in again (I'm goin' in!)
If you love me, then pray for me, I'm goin' in again (Bitch!)

[Verse 2: Crypt]
You can ask us for forgiveness
But you still finna get preyed on (Yeah)
You should have repented
Before this instrumental came on (Came on)
We don't take kind to liars
Thieves, and cheats, they burn in fire (Yeah)
We the kings, we are some sires (Yeah, yeah)
Please don't speak 'cause we are tired (Yeah, woo!)
Of these false prophets that are promisin'
To put rap back into its prime (Yeah)
But you only rappin' 'bout the bitch you tappin' now
Instead of spreading a message in your lines (Huh?)
It ain't fine, I take time to make my great rhymes
Shaped way tight, like my babe's waistline
Never hit the brake lights, run it like a baseline
Everything you had was handed to you, but I made mine (Oh- woo!)
Now we're takin' shots from our temple
You run and hide because your mind is simple
Bodies droppin' just from our pencils
Your reply would be another fuckin' stencil
You a Poppa Doc, we'll make you lock your jaw
And misremember all the fuckin' fundamentals
Have you shook as fuck with a cup, on the corner of the cut Beggin' others just to fund a mental
And I'll run up on a son of gun and until the sun is up
I'll fuck him up and get him to wonderin' what the fuck is up
And get the gun to stutterin', stumblin' until he toughens up
And rough 'em up 'til he knows don't fuck with those who are comin' up
And know you that I'm goin' in
On anybody that I despise
You might think your fall ain't right
But it's a motherfuckin' blessing in disguise
[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
They say they're homies, but they're phony, it amazes me (Ha, ha)
Shit is make believe
I'm standing ten toes down, ain't no fake in me (Ha, ha)
Just put your faith in me
If you love me, then pray for me, I'm goin' in again (I'm goin' in!)
If you love me, then pray for me, I'm goin' in again (I'm goin' in!)
If you love me, then pray for me, I'm goin' in again (I'm goin' in!)
If you love me, then pray for me, I'm goin' in again (Bitch!)

[Verse 3: Scru Face Jean]
I told 'em I was goin' in
I focus the protest like I won't flow again
My shoulders in
With camo bandannas then look like Soulja Slim
Let go of the pen
What am I supposed to do with all of this potent phlegm
'Cept for spit it out
Once I get it out, I'ma go again
The only holy man
That I ever knew was Jehovah, man
New York's the Mecca
And I'm protected in the holy land
Rap's a sport, bitch, I'm in the court
But I don't co-defend
Or codepend' on any other man
I hope you overstand
Go-Goddamn, I spoke to God
He said if you approach the god
They'll red dot 'em
I've seen more dead bodies than Logan Paul
Call me a YouTube rapper
Like I ain't proud, bitch
Wow, bitch
Upload your reaction when I get wild rich
Ow, bitch, that hurt 'em
But they saw death, then start flirtin'
So when Fizza pulls the curtains
Don't worry, it was that purpose
Village n***as lurkin'
The trigger fingers is burnin'
To perch them and effin' 'urk 'em
It's just to test if it's worth it
What the fuck
[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
They say they're homies, but they're phony, it amazes me (Ha, ha)
Shit is make believe
I'm standing ten toes down, ain't no fake in me (Ha, ha)
Just put your faith in me
If you love me, then pray for me, I'm goin' in again (I'm goin' in!)
If you love me, then pray for me, I'm goin' in again (I'm goin' in!)
If you love me, then pray for me, I'm goin' in again (I'm goin' in!)
If you love me, then pray for me, I'm goin' in again (Bitch!)