[Intro: JASCR]
B-Lo
NO FLOORS: SIDE B
You know how we do it
Let's work

[Verse 1: JASCR]
What Chris like? Pilot, fire when I spit right
Would be worth to know you'd get vertigo from this height
Once I'm a zone, leave me alone, I get hype
I'll be right at home bringing microphones to fistfights
Like deep cuts? I'm boutta sever my rhymes
Raw as hell, they not rapping together with mines
Kick my feet up on a beat and let the leather recline
I'll never decline 'cause man, I'm getting better with time
Yo, who I am and who you see are two different people
Nevertheless, Solomon will not see a sequel
I'm rather vexed by the ones who think they equal
I got they top 5 working up as my prequel
They can't outrap me if they try to
Light work for me is gon' fuckin blind you
Making tracks melt, on the mic I'm a black belt
The only real competition is my past self
I ain't get tall fast, I remember my days
Back in 9th grade, asking the teach for a hall pass
I never talked back, but I sure walked fast
Hauling my bag and writing raps like all class
Powered up my younger me to get my spark back
But this a new era, I don't mean no ball caps
Tell them haters fall back, not gon start that
I got the type of penmanship the AKG gawks at
Catch me on Walden with pockets that's all stacks
Try out the beef, you gon get that callback
It's all laughs thinking they can mess with me
As I burn every verse like STDs
Who think they better than me? I suggest he retreat
He ain't study C enough to think he testing with me
So outrap me? I suggest not trying
No gold plaques, but I already had Diamond
[Verse 2: Majin6yxx]
I smoke weed, count money
And screw thotties
You mad cause your bitch on our bodies
N***as tryna rap while I treat this shit like a hobby
Tryna show the world that I'm more than just a nobody
Piss em off where the potty
Talkin shit, yeah I like it
I'm ballin on you n***as with double 3’s like I'm Scottie
These n***as call me Dennis, I walk around with a Roddy
I buck up wit a n***a like double gauges and shotties
Anyway, I’m on a grind, do this shit for da pape
It’s time to lay the law and enact 'em, time to legislate
I don’t like to argue not gettin paid
It’s no debate
Feel like I'm the president black as hell, the Obama way
My bruddas walk around with barrettes
And diamonds in the face
Rolex, Frank Møuller
Don’t got no time to waste
Ain’t no way you deal with a struggle
I face em everyday
Bitch, I like my Cartier’s bust down
I don’t contemplate
All my shit shit is solid, you walk around wit a solid plate
Not talkin bout some dinner
You walk around and ya jewelry fake
Ay, let’s make a play today
I making plans with the gang, we made ten bands today
Got the 25 on my hip: Christmas came today
I’m on this shit with Christian
Man we hadda pave the way
For new rappers, it’s okay if you don’t got it
Keep going, keep flowing and don’t drop it
Keep going, keep flowing and don’t stop it
You can be the one in ya family, be the Prophet
It’s okay, the prophecy will never lie
Only 2 things for certain: You live and you die
Aunty Linda and May May, I miss you teary eyes
But for now, just keep on watchin me from paradise
[Verse 3: DJSimmons]
The world is “Mine” so I “Craft” this game with a pickaxe
You get that?
Achievements that I’ve made, you can’t get that
So get back
Armed and dangerous how I talk, you hear that?
Like I’m walking through the forest with a stick
It goes click-clack
It’s funny how they think that they are better than me
As far as I see
None of y'all can sit in my league
I’m like Kyrie
Or ‘Bron how I ball on the beat
I got shooter from the Buff, shoot shots like Curry
You don’t know me
Grew apart from all my homies
Now stranger to me
Not fun as it seems
And the old me
Is someone that I cannot relate
I come up from the bottom so I had to escape
All the things that I’ve been through, man it was a dark place
Now I feel like Paul and Vin D cause I’m winning this race
I got a
Liberty Walk, NSX, all black
I’m on attack your too slow, you’re getting passed
This just a warm up, I didn’t even get in my bag
I’ll teach a lesson like sesame street so get to class
You out classed, I’m too fast, yeah I’m the topic
I’m Super powered and too strong like I’m a Majin
If me and Chris get on the track, ain’t no stoppin’
‘Less you bring a whole team, but I’mma chop ‘em