[Part I]

[Intro]
Winiss

[Verse]
We aimin' up at the sky 'cause we heard that these vultures can fly
They never been part the culture, that's just a lie, a clever disguise
In the school of hard knocks, you would not have made it out the lunch line
We'd've fuckin' boxed ya, stuffed you in a locker, pussy, it's a hard knock life, huh
Ain't givin' out a hall pass, you better haul ass or die like the last
You about to fall in my trap, I swear these body bags just fall in my lap
First shot was just an arm shot, but pussy, next shot gon' be yo' last
Would you rather have them sign your casket or would you rather have them sign your cast?
I'm like a Tesla, I have the drive even when I ain't had a will
But this ain't for the skill, pussy, I'm out here to kill
This ain't fuckin' battle rap, no, this ain't for the thrill
Remember what you said, you gon' have to die on that hill

[Part II]

[Intro]
Hahahahaha, yeah (Bop)
We're in the whip, n***a
AP on the wrist, n***a (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, n***a?
Smell like murder, gang (Bop)
Hahaha (Skrr)
[Verse 1]
The pack has just landed the way that I planned it
'Cause I swing this hammer with reckless abandon
They uppin' the antics, I'm uppin' the standards
Then uppin' this cannon and tuckin' my manners
You fuckers should panic
Bitch, if it's up, then it's stuck, then we'll put you up in the attic
'Cause these automatics gon' come with attachments
These shots gon' come with a belt like an addict
Come fuck with the baddest
I learned that checkin' a n***a is as easy as checkin' a status
They tried to combat us
But they learned it's not as much fun when the gun's in the hand of the rabbit
Know n***as that's trappin'
I know a booster that's stackin' whose future is stuffed in his mattress
Just call me the savage
Know a white shooter like Luca, might got a future with the Mavericks
If the salary dip, then they outta this bitch
Then it's back to the strip with a mo'fuckin' package
You battle me, kid, give you half of the clip
Which one you want, Pusha or Malice?
Feng shui, this is all my palace
If anyone come play with my family
Just pray you're never caught out lackin'
Gut stay in his arm like Samus, huh
Vroom, I might Hellcat it
I'm need all of the features like Khaled
Fuck around, might buy me a Patek
Or an AP 'cause we ain't in the same classes
Huh, huh, splittin' this cabbage
I'm just tryna bring my brothers with me like Thanasis
Put on the mask and the text start flashin'
They ain't even know who it was, it's a catfish
Look at these bastards
Man, these n***as is pussy, you see how they actin'?
Bitch ain't no median
Shit, I'm in the mode to be mean 'cause you n***as is average
You know what the math is, we get to addin'
Take out a fraction, they'll be subtractin'
Things in my past done drove me to snap
So you can get back from my mo'fuckin' baggage
Any n***a tried to play my reactions broke and probably gettin' paid for they plasma
They ain't makin' what I'm payin' in taxes but it's great, got me shakin' in laughter
Huh, huh, I make 'em examples (Make 'em examples), y'all not takin' the mantel (Takin' the mantel)
I bait you to amp you just to show you to your face what you can't do
Man, take this pussy n***a straight to the doctor
Bring the hammer down like breakin' a lobster
Bitches now or now can't wait for an offer
In an hour from now, I may have to off ya
Bring your tower down, I may have to Kong ya
Hundred thousand rounds, they came with the congas
All you cowards now done made me a monster
Bring your towel out, they may have to stop us
They be bitin' like they makin' a zombie
Shooters snoopin' like they came up in Long Beach
Need donations for your safety, I'm sorry
Your salvation gonna take you an army
Killin' like Chucky, I play with a Tommy
Make 'em ghost like I got the power of kami
Hear an echo 'cause the way that they copy
This a danger field, stop playin' with Rodney
Let's get to this shit, my profession just switched
School of hard knocks, the profession and shit
You better move like the presidents did
Or you gonna move out like Kennedy did (Bop. bop)
Don't F with the kid
Son of a gun like a TEC in the crib
Bitch, my initials an F and an N
This the kitchen, let the cheffin' begin
[Chorus]
Gon' drop that lo', pussy, I'll meet you there (Yeah, what you want?)
Pop up in your home, pussy, I'll greet you there (I'll really kill you)
I ain't shooting low, pussy, just be prepared (Yellow lights)
Park you in that garage and leave you there (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop bop bop)

[Verse 2]
How are you my friend?
If you remove Eminem and you remove NF, who are you?
Bitch, improve on your pen, you soundin' stupid again
Yeah, we get it, man, we heard "Rap God", too
Do you even like rap? Man, it sounds like cap
Bitch, you wack, I ain't even gotta argue
You just did it for the clout, your opinion doesn't count
You think Tom MacDonald goes hard, dude (Ugh)
Uncreative lil' bitch
You gon' say the same shit everybody say when they try to harm Scru
And get the racists on your side 'cause they always down to ride
They don't listen, they just hate n***as and argue
You the king of lyin' so I gotta scar you
Fuck bar you, I really wanna harm you
No cashier, I promise it'll cost you
I'll be honest, you already lost, dude

[Chorus]
Gon' drop that lo', pussy, I'll meet you there (Yeah, what you want?)
Pop up in your home, pussy, I'll greet you there (I'll really kill you)
I ain't shooting low, pussy, just be prepared (Yellow lights)
Park you in that garage and leave you there