[Intro: Joey Nato]
Woo, who made this beat?
Nato! Okay

[Verse 1: Joey Nato]
Let's trace it back just a couple years (Yeah)
Nah, wait a minute, better yet, like nine (Nine, nine)
When I put my first music vid online
When you had to type in 'youtube.com', 'member? (Woo)
Man, I never got support, but I chose to (Nah)
Keep it goin', it was somethin' that I owed to (Yeah)
Myself, 'cause I never tap out
Man, I never give up, man, that's somethin' that I don't do
Look, revenge is sweet
And that's why I'm yellin' out, "More sugar" (Sweet!)
People talk, I just sip my tea
And then I go for the head, like Thor should'a (*snap*)
Man, I'm not around for pathetic-ness
Gettin' this recognition isn't effortless
Connecticut, reppin' it
I got it down to a science, you got an F in it, what
Man, Lord have mercy
'Til God calls me, I'm stayin' litty (Woo!)
Why's the Devil tryna talk to me?
Can't that hotheaded low-life see I'm busy? Ayy (Get away!)
But I'm not really concerned
I just wanna sit back, write bars, and get kudos (Kudos)
It ain't a stretch if I get the bucks
But it's hard to say right, like Antetokounmpo (Woo!)
Used to date a basic chick
But I needed a chick a little bougier (Bougie)
Got a little bit of fame, and got douchier
YouTube reactin', but nuclear (Nucle')
Yeah, I wrote a song called "Gucci" (Gucci!)
But I'm never gonna go and cop Gucci merch (Nah!)
I stay humble, I stay lucky
That's always, you heard it first
Nato
[Verse 2: Duane Jackson & Hi-Rez]
I know it's hard to believe
I exude art to the T
I am the Mark of the Beast
I am the monster in comics that comes out the dark when you sleep
So careful which options you've chose
Deceit is the commonest road
This is where popular folk think they got it on lock, and they don't
Because everything they live is lies, and it shows
Me? I'm just tryna get purp (Get purp)
Move a couple units on the network (Network)
YouTube partnered on the low, though
Got Susan, now you tryna get hers, let's go! (Let's go!)
This is the moment I seen
Give me a moment of peace
Close both my eyes when I went to bed last night (Yeah)
And grabbed my dreams right the fuck out of my sleep
Now I'm here (Haha)

[Verse 3: Hi-Rez]
I'm back with a pen and a pad
It's been a minute since I killed the beat and been in the lab (Woo!)
Tryna finish this greatness before they callin' me back
Better listen to one spittin' before I get mad (Woo!)
Got a goon with a past who got a tool and a mask
To put a fool in the trash, I play it cool and relax
Got a crew and a fam, and I know they'd catch a case for me
But I hustle and struggle, and that's my day-to-day story (Huh, huh, huh, huh!)
Nothing changed but the change, mama always prayin' for me
So much pain in my brain and the Reaper tryna call me (Yeah)
So much rain for the fame, I ain't never really want it (Ha!)
Ha, I ain't never really want it
But fuck it, I got my mama and wifey to keep me level-headed
Tryna seize the fuckin' moment like an epileptic (Woo)
When I die, through my lyrics, I'll be resurrected (Yeah)
When I die, through my lyrics, I'll be resurrected (Woo!)
[Interlude 1: DizzyEight]
Look, look

[Verse 4: DizzyEight]
I'm in my element, rap veteran
All my opposition, I beheaded them, I'm ready for whatever, man
When it come to words, I'm a specialist
Every verse I write pure elegance
I murder a beat and burn up the evidence, mediocracy, I've never settled with
I gotta give 'em somethin' that was Heaven-sent
Nowadays, skill is irrelevant
I'd rather be true to myself than synthetic with relevance
How many of y'all can relate? (Huh?)
The industry is really full of fakes (Yeah)
You gotta sell your soul to catch a break (Huh?)
And everybody really sound the same (For real)
All of you rappers just copy and paste
And the only difference is the name (Name)
And even when y'all put the 'Lil' in front of it
You need to grow up for a change, look
Rap full of mimicry
Everybody lackin' identity, and lack the ability
All of y'all lack the affinity to rap
So all of y'all actin' as mini-me's
Y'all even matchin' me physically, lackin' in dignity
I see it vividly, you need validity
I see the person you really be, stop with the copyin'
Be the person that you're meant to be, look
Elevatin', as somebody else, you'll never make it
Why you hesitatin'? Get to meditatin', no debatin'
'Cause you have a purpose, you just gotta learn to activate it
Gotta detonate it, use the energy as motivation
'Cause you limited by the persons you mimickin' (Mimickin')
I'm telling you, your potential is limitless (Limitless)
I'm not bitter, I'm just militant
I'm tryna empower a new generation of lyricists, like, ugh!
[Interlude 2: CHVSE]
Look, shout-out to Crypt for putting me on one time
CHVSE

[Verse 5: CHVSE]
Man, I'm tired of all of y'all hating me (Yup)
I need the dough, like it's a bakery (Woo!)
Y'all make it up, like it's Maybelline
It's make believe, you livin' in a wakin'-dream
I'm feelin' lucky, boy, Nato made the beat (True)
Get the Whiskey out, I gotta take a drink
Man, I hop the Scotch, like I paint the street (Ha)
And start blowin' bowls, like a Raiders team, ha! (Haha!)
Shit is kinda funny, I don't even gotta try (Nope)
All I gotta do is hit the stu' and get a vibe (Yep)
Labels see potential in the music that I make
And so they flew me to the bank and tried to get the kid to sign (Huh?)
But I can see the vision they got hidden in their fine
Man, they wanna tell my fans I'm on independent grind
But I'm like, "Fuck that!" I ain't livin' in a lie
Now they see me on the atlas, like I'm hidden from the eye

[Verse 6: Fabvl]
I don't really wanna spite you
But I bring the foot down, kick it like I'm Ryu
Pin it to the dome, man, you sweeter than a Hi-Chew
Sights to it on the bullshit, like it's high noon
Rap infested, yes, rap perfected
Past rejected, now I'm crowd-selected
Clout, respect it, not a clown objected
Sounds injected in my blood, infected (Infected)
Sick of the politics, open their wallets for clout
Now this shit ain't for me (Me)
Empty the promises into their bottomless ego
No royalties, do it for free (Agh! Ayy)
That ain't it, got no brain and no grip
My name's Rain, I don't slip, shout-out to Crypt
Come into my mind and sit
Try to follow along, it's too quick, yeah!

[Interlude 3: BLINDSIGHT]
YouTube Cypher, bitch!

[Verse 7: BLINDSIGHT]
I don't need to rhyme, fuck a punchline
Make you feel my energy without ever makin' a reference to a pink
Bunny with a drum, so dumb
That's a filler bar, sound like, "Buh-buh-buh-bum"
Didn't say nothin', but that shit was fun, what the fuck am I on?
On the hunt, but it's time to make you jump, jump, jump
Bitch, I'm BLINDSIGHT and the trigger thumpin'
That's the shit I'm on, and feelin' my devotion (Boom- an explosion!)
Rumblin', like it's supposed to do
Crushin' 'em all into nothin'
These mumblin' rappers are ghostin', I'm hopin' they croak in the booth
The YouTuber rappers the baddest of crews
No need to imagine, we back here with proof
When you put me on the track, I go to bat for the views
I'm the smallest of the cats in the booth
Sacrifice the views for the actual truth
Look, throw the caution to the wind, throw a bar, hit your chin
I'ma show ya regardless and let you know that I ain't playin' and winnin'
I'm takin' the game and I'm bringin' the pain
And I'm gonna make you see to the end of your days, I'm a finisher
Not gon' be waitin' for labels to rate me
I'm goin' independent, I'ma make you see the beast
Of rage in me is deep beneath, I keep
My cane close to feet to sweep away the weak, capiche?
(Finish 'em!) Mind is the sickest, I'm givin'
A straight up surprise, we're not finished
I'm passin' the mic to the next emcee, get 'em
Let's show 'em that YouTuber rap with the best of the best
There's no question or guessin' the facts
Woah... the blind guy can rap
Putting in work on this track
So I can be the one that you remember when you play this shit back
I'm makin' a name for my life and I'm livin' it blind
And I'm not gonna let you defy me, goodbye!

[Verse 8: Vin Jay]
Yo
Go and kill 'em while the lames are laughin' (Woo)
Put me underwater while the waves are crashin' (Yeah)
I've been underrated, feelin' pain and passion
Drop hits, get paid, what a chain reaction (Ugh)
Left friends, man, they could've been involved (Woo)
Now they wonder when I'm gonna put 'em in a song (Yeah)
Could'a been a Don, but I pull up and I'm gone
Man, they better get runnin', I'm a bully wit' a bomb ([?])
Now they mad by the ways I'm winnin' (Woo)
Lemme get a beat and put a bassline in it (Ayy)
Why they gettin' bitter from the plays I'm gettin'? (Why?)
Came a long way from the days I'm feelin' ([?])
Like I'm down and out, was never winnin' but I found a route (Woo)
I'm gonna kill 'em with a ground to pound
I'm like- ("Bleugh!") while I get the crowd to bounce
I'm laidback for the minute but I'm 'bout to pounce (Yeah)
Buddy, you never been ill, bummin', I'm better with skills
Somebody get him a deal, run up a debt of a mill' (Woo)
Nah, fuck that, come with a couple of bills (Yeah)
Live fast, I'm becomin' in love with the thrills (Yeah)
Y'all shit will never be televised (Woo)
We finna rise and I better eat you alive (Yeah, yeah)
Yo, they never gonna get a piece of the pie
We sick as fuck with no treatment advised (Woo)
I be the one they compare to the greatest (Yeah)
You buggin' for nothin', it can't be debated (Debated, nah)
Look at the canvas I painted
I came to demolish and damage you haters (Huh, [?])
You don't get it, man, I'm fast and ruthless ([?])
Just bossed in like I'm Massachusetts ([?])
Old school vibe, but I pass the new shit (Woo)
Rap game really 'bout to get a vast improvement, like

[Verse 9: Scru Face Jean]
Look (Goddamn!)
Face is in it, now the passion is felt (Woo)
You think you on your shit, don't make an ass of yourself (Nah)
Ask for this L, now they have to pass 'em this shell (Ayy)
Grab for the belt, I'ma have to drag 'em to hell (Woo)
Lazarus spell, I'll be here forever and ever
Gettin' better and better, lookin' for competitors to wet up (Big facts)
Get up, I just want my motherfuckin' head up
When n***as gonna be dead and it's gonna look like it's a setup (Aw man)
Proper, I'm finna sponsor (Ayy)
I'm from the Midwest, I'm spittin' like a chiggitty-chopper (Ayy)
You n***as bark and keep talkin' like you're gettin' water (Ayy)
With the piranhas, pop it like a cholo, viva la rasta (Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!)
When the n***as tryna get 'em now, get 'em now (Woo)
'Cause I'm really 'bout to eat 'em up and shit 'em out (Goddamn)
All the spitters now, simmer down, face is round (Woo)
'Cause I really like to stand 'em up and sit 'em down (Woo, woo, woo, goddamn!)

[Verse 10: PFV]
As soon as I hop on the track, man
They know this is me, cold as it seems
But I don't give a fuck about what y'all doin'
'Cause I'm doin' me over the dream
Not for the wait and the patience has left me
I'm right on the scene, takin' my cadence
And fakin' like I didn't notice this
Fuck your whole team, gotta be clean, yeah
Hold up, man, they know I get it goin', so I (I)
Notice that I catch it when they playin' both sides (Sides)
Runnin' with the scissors, man, I'm cuttin' all ties (Ties)
First place finish, I ain't even gotta try
I know (I know), did it on my own
Runnin' up a check and I ain't even got a loan
Notice that you rappin' 'bout the paper and a chain but ain't even got a home
Hot bars, but your bank account froze
Why do you gotta lie?
Tellin' all the people that you got it and you shine
Bitch, fly, do it on your time
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you were livin' and you died
Yeah

[Verse 11: Randolph & Crypt]
Oh shit, what the fuck is this? (Yeah)
Hell of a plot twist, we flipped the script (Uh)
Takin' the mic from Crypt even despite the diss
Tryna cop a chain to go beside the wrist (So good)
I'm just handlin' business, man (Ayy)
I am supplyin' demand, defyin' the plan
Now that we iron the man
No cap, but I snap on the beat 'til my enemies sand (Woo)
That's my endgame (Yeah)
To be everywhere like I'm Sense 8 (Yeah)
You stackin' L's like Llorente
You should just quit like your friends say (Ha)
I'm your sensei, follow my rules (Ayy)
Been patient, I got nothin' to prove (Ayy)
They been haters, still, I never lose (Ayy)
Look at the numbers, I swear they confused
They made me out to be a mumble rapper (Nah)
They just mad because their numbers backwards (Ha)
Gettin' checks, no lumber-jackin'
Each week, a new tax bracket (Goddamn)
Huh, and that's facts (That's facts)
Randolph is not Dax (Is not Dax)
Kept my ear close to the grapevine
I heard some shit and that's wack (Man, that's wack)
Look, I don't mean to brag (Nah)
I'm just gettin' to the bag (To the bag)
I'm still a fiend for rap
I'm flexin', but I ain't forgettin' the nights that I had in the studio
Tryna get through to you, loadin' up FruityLoops
Jumpin' through hula hoops, scrollin' through YouTube to
Get out of minimum wage (Wage)
Now my minimum's a million plays (Plays)
Yeah, Randolph (Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo)

[Verse 12: Crypt]
Would it really be my cypher if I didn't spit it the quickest
And end this shit with a verse that asserts a permanent finish? (Ha)
I brought in a bunch of spitters confirmed to be some of the realest (Yeah, yeah)
And that includes some of you bitches, I heard I'm hurtin' your feelings (Yeah, yeah)
But guess what? I don't give a fuck, yeah
Bitch, 'cause you don't fit this like it was O. J.'s glove (Ha)
Like the Old Testament, you lack new verses
It's a whole new mess if you attack me first ([?])
Gettin' more likes on the IG than your wifey
Highkey, yeah, she don't really feel you, man (Man, oh man)
I'm an up-and-comer who was actin' wreckless
Call me metric 'cause the way I kill a gram (Ha, [?])
I got a couple killers on the track who rippin' the scene
DuaneTV, Joey, CHVSE, PFV
Dizzy, FabvL, Scru, Randolph, Hi-Rez, Me
Vin Jay, then BLINDSIGHT, and he can't even see (He's blind!)
I'm makin' patches with my enemies, I don't want that bad energy (Woo)
Even Dax, so quit askin' me and taggin' me (Yeah)
In everythin' that he does, 'cause I don't give a motherfuck (Nope)
And neither does he, and if I hear it again, I'm gonna have to run amuck (Bitch)
The internet has really got you bitches thinkin' that you're tough (Woo)
And then I run up and I confront you like, "Bitch, what the fuck is up?" (Bitch)
You wanna get rough then we can tussle, but I'll pummel you until you done
Bust your lip up until it's numb, 'cause I don't fuck wit' you like nuns (Nah, [?])
I'll make your rap career shorter than Daisy Dukes ([?])
If you got a problem with me, then we can get in the booth (Woo)
Get in the streets or the ring, whichever you wanna choose
It'll all end with you fumblin' over your tooth (Bitch)
This a YouTube Cypher, yeah, we comin' at you (Ooh)
At the top, we got no bottom like a Fu Manchu (Nah)
Had a blast makin' a track with a dozen dudes
And twenty-thousand likes and you'll get a part two (Woo)