[Verse 1: Adrian Stressow]
Document us to the documentary
I’m not like what you phonies all pretend to be
I’m gaining energy right off my enemies
They being rude and it’s so rudimentary
Been in my element since elementary
But they can never travel my trajectory
While old friends in penitentiaries
I save pennies, stacking cents for centuries
Whoa
Yeah
All my homies in the building
Finna make a living off it and a killing
Making profit I’m a hero and the villain
Ay, I’ve been steady working the [?] like off-season
I get up at 5 AM in the off-season
Tryna body all these rappers they not breathing
Man, you ain’t the chief of nothin’ but y’all chiefing
I’m only 18 right now, I’m not peaking
They can never see my vision, but I’m peeking
I hope y’all really can feel what I’m speaking
Lately, I don’t know what’s real, I been dreaming
Lately, I don’t know how it feels on free weekends
I don’t let my homies go hungry, they need feedin’
When I get this iTunes check, then we eatin’
Praying for a miracle ‘cuz we need it
I told Juice I need sixteen bars
I never really fit it, homie this the lane we carve
We goin’ Dallas and Deon, I’m finna make my mark
You ain’t taught me like hockey team, we Dallas Stars, yeah
Dropped out at DBU, who’da knew
I’d make it this far, I gotta go hard in all I do do
And numbers on the come up, I’m knowing I gotta move
Puttin’ all I got into it, knowing that’s something to lose
Yeah

[Verse 2: Topi Mandela]
I didn’t wanna have to do it
But y’all done messed around, let me off the leash
And released a new breed of beast, someone call police
Disbelief, I can see the grief, this will not be brief
Murder
Beautiful destruction or irrefutable discussion
All the futile disruptions, fuel repercussions
People cuffin’ all my n***as in chains
Now we paid for ‘em, know I’m bringing the change
But I’m the cashier, with cash ears I hear money
Hit me for a feature you prolly won’t hear from me
Broke dude busy begging for bread, they crumby
I’m selling these line rappers, I’m Geppetto to these dummies
Pulling strings, I’m just tryna set you free
I’ll bet you’ll be better when I let you be
I be the B to E to the S to T
With expertise, poppin’ like ecstasy
You extras need to stick to the script
I flipped the kill switch on, didn’t no one predict
That I would inflict so much pain with my lips
I just kissed Death “Hello” and take up the trip
Chosen by the Messiah, I’m a mess He edify
I’m messing up the whole game of names and not retire, uh
Benchwarmers, I can rep all day
Every verse is a SportsCenter top ten play
Don’t play, you n***as in the non-top ten
Lookin’ at Topi like “How we gone top him?”
Probably never will, man meant that as a problem
Never caught off guard, Mandela does not flinch
I can go bar to bar
With the biggest star, turn them to a transgender
Or a bartender ‘cuz they bars tender
Stick to yours, it’d be best if you surrender, boy

[Verse 3: Kaleb Mitchell]
Daily I’m apt to rip the head off of Satan
I send it back to Hell in a paper bag to make a statement
They couldn’t hold a candle to me, I dismember these rappers
I promise when I get finished, you won’t remember these rappers
Ain’t got the time to make friends with these rappers
I hear them talking out of pocket until I go and put the pen to these rappers
And I’m literally in a league of my own
We think they talkin’ Google when you say he peepin’ the chrome
I don’t believe ‘em when they claim that they be banging the Glocks
They’ll be the same suckas that be saying names to the cops
I’m kicking every door down, and I’m changing the locks
Know I was destined for greatness, just had to wait for my spot
And now I’m here
It’s a new era
I’m in a bend over their heads, tell me who’s better?
They said they wanted a buzz, well I’ve been giving ‘em right
Somebody hit BET and tell them put me in a site
They know that Mitchell is me, well he may be sicker than average
Imma call up an ambulance, man I flow like an avalanche
There’s no stopping me, y’all got me high, they be hyping up hypocrisy
Well, Imma turn the opposition obsolete
Obviously I’m a high commodity
In the game of lies and overall monotony
Man, the team cannot be beat, I hit the bass I’m a bit abusive
Somebody make another dance song I swear to God Imma freaking lose it
I’m done with it
I’m going dumb with it
Man, I miss the days when I was having fun with it
But I really need the funds, and yes I do this for the Son
But that ain’t stopping me from making y’all my sons with it
I said I’m done with it
I’m going dumb with it
Man, I miss the days when I was having fun with it
But I really need the funds, and yes I do this for the Son
But that ain’t stopping me from making y’all my sons with it
Young Mitchell