[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Tip, give me the beat, let me crash 'em like I was reckless
This cypher used to be rap, now it's thuggin' fresh out of Texas
Focused soon as I'm speaking, no sleeping like they was restless
I demand to be respected guess haters ain't get that message
Now they got theyself a problem, call him king of the state
The only option is take they plate, dinner finished
Tell 'em they late, like Weezy the way I skate on glass
Paint wood as a Laker, I ain't the ref, tell 'em I'm ranked legendary
2pac, and they see me
I'm built like that, for real like that
Been ten plus, I'm still that like, with steel like that
Dope fiend wrist, covered in packs, multiple rocks
Step inside my garage I can disappear multiple tops
Tell 'em it's ABN, you can find us on multiple blocks
Rollie, PK, and Hublot, rolling through multiple clocks
I'm classic, this year I'm on fire, somebody fan me
Next season gon' be repeated like the Heat in Miami
Lyrxo
[Verse 2: Chip]
Ay yo Tip, talkin' to ya tough
Delivery and flow, but ain't sayin' too much
It's London, boy, wassup
Suicidal flow, I let it bang myself
You'd be the best in the building if I hang myself
Come on, these days everybody's Al Capone, they got a
Neck full of jewels but doesn't own they homes
So you can tell these sucka niggas, take they Roley's home
Now everybody stunts until they break a bone
Come on, go against the team Tip'll give you the drop
That's red dots to your frame, no berry Ciroc
See the rhymes are tight, and this ain't my prime yet
So keep your whack bars I'll dissect your dialect
Dunno what you're coming for I'm coming for the papes
Al-Qaeda, I'mma blow up in the States
I don't play fair I play foul, so who's up next?
No mercy, I'm killing everything, including the ref
Tip, give me the beat, let me crash 'em like I was reckless
This cypher used to be rap, now it's thuggin' fresh out of Texas
Focused soon as I'm speaking, no sleeping like they was restless
I demand to be respected guess haters ain't get that message
Now they got theyself a problem, call him king of the state
The only option is take they plate, dinner finished
Tell 'em they late, like Weezy the way I skate on glass
Paint wood as a Laker, I ain't the ref, tell 'em I'm ranked legendary
2pac, and they see me
I'm built like that, for real like that
Been ten plus, I'm still that like, with steel like that
Dope fiend wrist, covered in packs, multiple rocks
Step inside my garage I can disappear multiple tops
Tell 'em it's ABN, you can find us on multiple blocks
Rollie, PK, and Hublot, rolling through multiple clocks
I'm classic, this year I'm on fire, somebody fan me
Next season gon' be repeated like the Heat in Miami
Lyrxo
[Verse 2: Chip]
Ay yo Tip, talkin' to ya tough
Delivery and flow, but ain't sayin' too much
It's London, boy, wassup
Suicidal flow, I let it bang myself
You'd be the best in the building if I hang myself
Come on, these days everybody's Al Capone, they got a
Neck full of jewels but doesn't own they homes
So you can tell these sucka niggas, take they Roley's home
Now everybody stunts until they break a bone
Come on, go against the team Tip'll give you the drop
That's red dots to your frame, no berry Ciroc
See the rhymes are tight, and this ain't my prime yet
So keep your whack bars I'll dissect your dialect
Dunno what you're coming for I'm coming for the papes
Al-Qaeda, I'mma blow up in the States
I don't play fair I play foul, so who's up next?
No mercy, I'm killing everything, including the ref
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