text: Intro : iilbat & spyda
  Bat & Spyda got the drip, fuck around we load the clip
  If leaving this is an opportunity, all im gonna do is skip
  No tip we gon speak in front of your corny ass
  Struggle sometimes but the time gonna pass
  Got the power like im whitey, black mass
  You better run cuz we on yo ass
   spyda
  All we do is double Ss yeah
  Its TRUE we came from the trenches yeah
  Rappin off top like a demon on a beat
  Got a fat bitch imma beat that meat
  ‎نبدأ بارك فوق البيت I kill it
  You lookin up to me I feel it
  ‎تشوف فيا خالك you be imitating
  ‎قارع في وجهي في ظهري you hatin
   iilbat
  Hatin in my back, laughing in my face
  Them people so lamе, i be in my place
  Plannin on being thе first in the race
  A whole new vibe ima take you to the space
  Im a fresh nigga i don’t need me a suit
  Fresh, hot, girl you know i ain’t cute
  I don’t eat fruits but ima your katvick
  I won’t put a diamond on my forehead that’s rick
  I know flow is sick, lit, hundred degrees
  Stacking money for goin overseas
  Tho i can do it by just blowing the trees
  Nah ima get the guap n buy double c’s
   spuds
  We rappin hot well go overseas
  I cant stop its like a disease
  Smoke gas then I go feel the breeze
  Got cupids on I think imma freeze
  If you rihanna I think imma go breezy
  You say its hard, I be spittin so easy
  My rhymes fire more like بوعزيزي r.i.p
  You like nav , but without a wheezy
   iilbat
  This niggas so cheesy i don’t like the cheap
  Shawty love me cuz i go in too deep
  I can’t love her, she ain’t a girl i can keep
  I hustle hustle when y’all go to sleep
  I hustle hustle rip to nip
  Why bat so fast, nigga like a whip
  You can’t catch him cuz he doesn’t slip
  If my girl a codeine then ima take the sip
  I be gettin W’s cuz that’s what i do
  Drip disease ? yeah it might be true
  Don’t copy the flow, it’s so hard for you
  Told you before that won’t catch the flu
  Don’t get in shit that you can’t get into
  Trust me that you gon never make it through
  After you fail you will say how he knew
  Veil ich bin ich und du bist nicht du
  Of course they gon hate, when you doin great
  Of course they gon hate, when you goin straight
  Of course they gon hate, you got lot on your plate
  They hate im not basic, cuz i do create
   Both
  There is no vision when Im lookin for haters
  I cant trust no one you bunch of a traitors
  Im goin solo I dont need a stand
  Got the 44 just in my left hand
  There is no vision all they do is just hide
  Do it like Michael Jackson when i slide
  Feet on the clouds, R.I.P Mac Miller
  My words are the gun so i’m the killer