[Intro: Cali Javo]
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
Yeah… (Hah!)
It’s the final hour, n***a
Cali and Megan, let’s get it… (Let’s go!)

[Verse 1: Cali Javo]
They left me in the dark, I had to find my light (Fuck ‘em)
Was servin’ out the whip, now I’m on private flights (Zoom)
My cousin in the dirt, I still can't sleep at night (Nope)
And every loss I took turned me to a beast in life (On gang!)
Why the fuck these n***as hatin’? I ain't do shit to ‘em (Nah)
Only thing I did was win and brought the pain through the music (Real)
Mama cryin’ ‘cause the bill late, we been trappin’ through it (Facts)
Wasn't raised for college, I was raised to dodge a unit (Skrrt!)
N***as switch up for some fame, I seen ‘em fold for views (Goofy)
Used to be my brother, now I treat him like a fan too (Bitch)
All that sneak dissin’, I don’t entertain no rants, fool (Nope)
Got a .40 with no filter, it'll say what I can’t do (Baow!)

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Yeah, hands on my bag and my Glock, I ain't playin'
Bitches talk tough, but I pop without sayin' (Pop!)
Ride for my name, hoe, I stand on that pavement (10 toes)
You ain't got no hustle, just ass and complaining (Haha!)
Hatin' on a bitch who been bossin' for years (Bossed up!)
I did it independent, still bring ns to tears (Wipe ‘em!)
Told Javo we locked in, now the message is clear (Locked!)
Final hour comin’—real ns in gear (Zoom!)
[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
I don't pop shit, I load clips, no cappin’ (Click clack!)
Run up in Dior and make the clerk call me captain (Bitch)
I don’t fuck with rats or these hoes who be yappin’
Tell a broke n***a miss me with that tragic (Ugh)
Ass so fat, make ‘em pray for peace (Lord!)
But I’m cold with the bars, leave ‘em dead in the street (Facts)
He like "Meg, how you pretty and a savage in heat?"
I’m like "Shut the fuck up, bring a bag when we meet" (Haha!)
Put these hoes in they place, I don't argue with fake (Nah)
I’m the type to make you nervous just walkin’ in late (Period)
They ain't built for this hustle, they was never that great
This the final hour, better watch what you say (Boom!)

[Chorus: Both]
Megan: Hands on my bag and my Glock, I ain't playin'
Javo: Got too many scars for a n***a to be layin’ (Never!)
Megan: Ride for my name, hoe, I stand on that pavement
Javo: Glock got extensions, don’t test my patience (Grrah!)
Megan: Hatin' on a bitch who been bossin' for years
Javo: Hated on me too, now I'm switchin' the gears (Zoom!)
Both: Final hour comin’, we the truth they fear
The real ones left, and the fake disappear (Skrrt skrrt!)

[Outro: Cali Javo & Megan Thee Stallion]
Javo: You know what it is…
Final hour, the last breath of the real…
Meg: Rest in peace to the old me, long live the boss bitches
Javo: And the street soldiers
Both: We still outside—on our thot shit, on our block shit—ain’t no stoppin’ this
The Streets forever...