[Chorus: DizzyEight]
We going up
Sitting at the top like we stuck
Brodie want my spot he out of luck
Steppin to the crew you getting crushed
We been eating good and all you biting is the dust
You don’t get no love round here
Playing with my team you’ll lose some blood round here
Playing with my blood’ll get you touched round here
If You don’t want no problems keep it hush round here

[Verse 1: Louverture]
He tryna resurrect, knock off his head again, sigh (ensure I dead shit)
It’s kinda funny they put in more studio time yet my worst still competе with they best shit
I let a jay chirp away whilе I stroll into fame, getting traffic just like intersections
All my opps call me a burger since I’m quick to beef when you play with the bread, cheese and lettuce

Best get the message, lil pointdexter musical genius make gold out of dust
Too RAW for the thugs, I ain’t a jester, play for me jokes? Then nigga, it’s up
I been had enough, they been tryna black ball a G, p-p-plotting, tryna drop me
Had to T up, fuck yo weak ass haki, frauds get disembodied

Smoke ‘em like bud, Louie still training in gyms, let’s see them talk big when I’m bigger
I know some bitches that can’t get the kid out they mind tryna play me like I’m not a rizzer
BODIED HIM - with his own flow… that shit embarrassing nigga
Bro think I’m shook when he press, you can sub, you can diss, threaten death and I won’t even SHIVER
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