Franklin:

i know you saw them numbers, "vhs you looking great" well get it ingrained, cus we up next, aye

no tolerance, your punishment for getting in my ****'s way won't hesitate, i break a breast plate

broke as my olfactories, we go to war to innovate

know your enemy, do what sun say

dreams of cars that aint ours, chopping up a chevrolet i'll jeaprodize it all, fuck fame

**** topped the world, stealing bikes and fucking girls no one can recognize me, cut my curls

looking like i busted out the morgue, seeing ghosts or my parents' porn running from my dreams and getting more

like, what the fuck im thinking, just how close am i finna get rush some **** quick, shake his pockets take his cents and, you might think you know me, but i'd say we never met listen this shit never over it's whatever pays the rent, woah

Hook (Jorge):

All I want is a chain and a whip

And some fame and some business numbers in my cell All I got is the pain and the itch

And a name no one spits and declining health

All I want is a chain and a whip

And some fame and some business numbers in my cell All I got is the feeling something bad's 'bout to happen To my brothers, my mother and myself

Renzo:

bitch i am the omnipotent

i've been feeling way higher

than those supposedly chosen

holy prophet that comes forth

in royal courts of repose and

will continue the conquest

like nobunaga, the shogun

conquer in harmonic motion

i am the maximum

muhfuckas always tryna get at him

look at em

pitiful when i look at the penitents

celibates

i be fuckin women without sentiment

frivolous

assassinate the game for the hell of it

cut the bullshit

you's a nuisance

bitchslap you cross the face

while the bass hit

fuck a flow switch

i just say shit

ragdollin' all these rappers by the tow-hitch

put the cameraman on me

ima fuckin star

fuck the beat make it bend, yeah

avatar

might sign a deal

just to get on npr

what the fuck else do i need for my repertoire

*Hook*

Jorge:

I said it's been a while since a motherfucker picked on me Now I got TMJ, I'm speaking through my teeth

Said I would die for my brothers that's the truth I speak And I'm gon' prove it to my mother I won't end up in the gutter I just made a shitty beat and it's still better than what y'all did That given thirty minutes Thadd gon' make a work of art with Renzo hit the notes that these cloud rappers couldn't audiate And Franklin rhyming backwards while he masking paths and keyframes 'Cuz we Pessimistic like the opposite of U2

Shots fired through the solo cup, that's a Bitch Brew

Tryna get my shit together, asking for the Who's Who

Feelin' in my guts sinking deeper than a trench tube

Nothing really matters I tell myself that in order to

Continue getting by, Scraping krill off of the side of this sinking ship Struggling to pay off the whip

You can't judge my songs because they all be WIPs

Even after killin' it, uh

*Hook*