(Have you seen what it's like out there, Murray?)

Bap

(Do you ever actually leave the studio?)

Long live 2Eight, long live Reemy

(Everybody yells and screams at each other)

Grrt

(Nobody's civil anymore)

Yo

(Nobody thinks what it's like to be the other guy)

Listen

Bap

Bap

(There is no greater freedom)

Look

Bro told me "Lock in you could do this"

But I gotta tell bro what the truth is

There's one kid, I can't sleep 'til I boom him

Tryna turn these lil' **** to news clips

Come par with my sides, you got loose lips

If I don't catch him I'ma lose it

It got hot on my sides gotta move it

You kids had one chance and you blew it

Why your hands up? Ninas go through it

Get your bands up, kid's goin' through it

Pick your mans up, face shots, snoozin'

He got tapped in his head, started oozin'

**** diss 'til they mans get whacked

Act surprised when their homies are packs

He seen bro and he ain't let it clap (Fuck?)

See the guys and you better react

I just can't believe this how it gets (Can't believe it)

**** dissin', don't ride for they deads (Fuck?)

**** know why it's free all the men (Swear to God)

Slippin', wig him in his ends (Bap)'

Hit him up then we hittin' the jets (Grrt)

He a strand so I'm smokin' your friends

Smoke heads so I say "I smoke dead"

You're not gang, you're just ridin' the trend

Lost bro, spilled blood in the streets

Tryna blitz, I ain't gettin' no sleep

Head tap, he got stuck in his dreams

Dead that 'til he smokin' on Reemz

**** know how we get for my bro

**** dissin', they go up in smoke

They forgot so we let **** know

**** talkin', **** get nosed

Uh, gang, gang know how I'm comin' (They do)

Up the switchy, they runnin' and duckin'

You know Savage'll up it in public (I will)

Get the drop on this kid, I'ma bun him (I'ma bun him)

Get the drop on his crib, I'ma run in (I'ma run in)

Way I beat it, you think that I'm drummin' (Brrt)

I'm a savage, you **** on nothin' (On nothin')

And you know how the young **** comin' (You do)

Wait, step, creep, watch how I bop

You know young Savv got the city on lock

I do not trap but my bro whip the pot

I hit up your block tryna empty the knock

I hop out the wheels tryna send him to God

Oh shit, you know I go mod

You know Savage will lock off a top

I bop through the Dolly, try catch me a notch

And you know that I step

Come through your ends tryna knock off a head (Bap, bap)

Come to your ends, put **** in check

And these broke ass opps get put on the bench (On the bench)

I'm a real block boy, love playin' my trench (I do)

When nobody would, I was tryna go step (I was)

It's a 'ollie or ligi just go ask the men (Go ask)

You know Savage is sick in his head (There's somethin' in his head)

Bro told me "Lock in you could do this"

But I gotta tell bro what the truth is

There's one kid, I can't sleep 'til I boom him

Tryna turn these lil' **** to news clips

Come par with my sides, you got loose lips

If I don't catch him I'ma lose it

It got hot on my sides gotta move it

You kids had one chance and you blew it

Why your hands up? Ninas go through it

Get your bands up, kid's goin' through it

Pick your mans up, face shots, snoozin'

He got tapped in his head, started oozin'

**** diss 'til they mans get whacked

Act surprised when their homies are packs

He seen bro and he ain't let it clap (Fuck?)

See the guys and you better react