[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Don't be mad at the sick writing
My boy is young clique trifling
Watch out, they here to lift your big breitling
Second outta my momma's four sons
The needle in the haystack to stick out like a sore thumb, hitchhiking
Your bitch my chicken tender
The world's my dinner plate and she on her menustration
I tell her I'm too fly for penetration
You're team playing I'm a K sprayer
Players make plays, the plays don't make players

[Interlude]
Assassin
Assassin

[Verse 2: Token]
Woah, woah, woah, all respect due, you not due much
You don't do much, you got much to do, I do too much
You got it backwards, I never take back words
Throw words back 'til my back hurt, backed up, when your back turned, I'ma be back
Lookin' for the chip on your shoulder, homie I'ma eat that
Lot of people talkin' about me, I don't keep track
Same people sending me their songs I don't keep track
Click - delete that!
My feedback was, "Quit", so I quit givin' feedback
Kickin' my feet back thinkin' I just need to relax
Shit, where the speed at?
Follow me everybody, murderin' everything
They callin' me teddy but the industry idiots in my pockets to get the money, now bitch repeat that
I'm a young kid, slash old man, slash 'oh man he go HAM', oh shit, no shit, cast that
Fall back on the beat, got a beat to break then bake the beat to recreate
Don't respect you if you demand a trampoline every time you take a leap of faith
I take risks, take this, take that, take fans, take shit from no man
No man's land where I send y'all then forget y'all, I'm against y'all
Then again dog, this Token and he a full clip
Can't take me, tame me or entertain me with that bullshit
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