[Verse 1: Marv Won]
Who the best rappers right now? Nigga it's us
Chris Wallace, N.O.R.E. yo, is bigger than us
I grew up in Detroit where the trigger the clutch
It's an elephant in the room and I'm here for the tusks
I'm pouring with my potions, nigga, that drink
Is potion for your emotions, why don't you think?
If you open for some coachings, nigga, the brink
Would be closer, man, I'm boasting like my shit don't stink
Come and get a whiff of a winner
God of the alphabet with the scent of a sinner
Even when I started I've never been a beginner
Boy I'm balling with the crack and I've never been with a Jenner
Or a Kardash, I don't care how many miles the car has
Long as these Jordans look good up on the car dash
I'ma get it, whip it, flip it then walk away from the car crash
Really good a couple people done peeped it
They biting their tongues like they keeping a secret
But the word gon' get out, no matter how much you bleep it
The mouthpiece turn the sternum to a freak bitch
Nigga, peep this
I eat with a table full of legends
We disregarding the sneak diss
You got beef, bitch? No, you don't
'Cause you'd be wearing my shoes in your ass if the sneak fit
Who the best rappers right now? Nigga it's us
Chris Wallace, N.O.R.E. yo, is bigger than us
I grew up in Detroit where the trigger the clutch
It's an elephant in the room and I'm here for the tusks
I'm pouring with my potions, nigga, that drink
Is potion for your emotions, why don't you think?
If you open for some coachings, nigga, the brink
Would be closer, man, I'm boasting like my shit don't stink
Come and get a whiff of a winner
God of the alphabet with the scent of a sinner
Even when I started I've never been a beginner
Boy I'm balling with the crack and I've never been with a Jenner
Or a Kardash, I don't care how many miles the car has
Long as these Jordans look good up on the car dash
I'ma get it, whip it, flip it then walk away from the car crash
Really good a couple people done peeped it
They biting their tongues like they keeping a secret
But the word gon' get out, no matter how much you bleep it
The mouthpiece turn the sternum to a freak bitch
Nigga, peep this
I eat with a table full of legends
We disregarding the sneak diss
You got beef, bitch? No, you don't
'Cause you'd be wearing my shoes in your ass if the sneak fit
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