[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
In school like fuck the rules, I'd rather be doin' drugs
In class like fuck math, I'd rather be gettin' mad from
The girls with the pearls and the curls and the ass as fat as the bars I kick
I'm far distinct from the typical rappers
Sportin' your new Jordans, such typical fashion
I'm up top, you fallin' down
Like some titties that saggin'
You rappers repetitive, I call it ritual rappin'
You in love with bein' fake, that's some intimate actin'
But I could give a fuck, 'cause I'm real and I'm active
Shoutsout to my clique, they gon' smoke a spliff to this
Gettin' high as a cliff as the lyrics leave my lips
I'm hip, man you n****s obsolete
Y'all some nerdy ass rappers, I'm a rappin' athlete
Bow down to my knees, I'm the king of this jungle
Step into this rap ring, is you ready to rumble?
Like a bee, I stung, I got lyrical muscles
So boy back down unless you wanna get crumbled

[Bridge: Lil Tracy & Ckris Mute]
Trek
Cash club (Uh-huh)
Cash, ass, kill everything (Yeah)
Uh-hum
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