[Part I: MTV Raps!]

[Intro: SouljaDatAP]
Bastard ass
Soulja

[Verse 1: SouljaDatAP]
I was hit by planes when I was 21
Searching for recognition we deserve, you turds
Dope air, no smoke
Tattoo written, cash is blown
My posse don't give a damn unless it's you and your mama
Me and Your Mama, no Donald Glover
Hired a professional who's from Bahamas
Heating like AC, my name's AP
(Bass)

[Verse 2: SuperABoi]
We don't talk about who's on Earth
Keep tracking on my hacking and step on the curb
My city goes dumb, shit, counting my guap
Dope look on your face, my sucker friends gon' need your taste
Facepalm, boring as fuck
And I can only corrupt when you was in L.A., seeking for revenge, ayy
Hold up, this shit amazing
Blazing in the ball, I'm so fucking appalled, bitch
The minister is going nuts 'cause enchiladas got him hot
Damn, what the fuck is this brain?
Not my tеachers, not your Bieber
And not no coco, blow that .44, pow
[Verse 3: Big Votie]
That Willy Wonka bar got mе staring to those stars
Good for you, your nicest day
I was feeling like Lupe Fiasco in 2006, that "Touch the Sky" verse was beautiful
No gang-banging and deuces all over your snapshots
You gon' be dead in a millisecond, n***a
Don't fuck around, might catch a shot by that na-na
Hoes, I just lock eyes
Drunk and dipped, motherfucker
Woo!

[Verse 4: Simon Blues]
Combination of a dragon and a penguin
Here today for food 'cause I'm begging for my beginning
Hide your kids and hide your wife
Highlife, high climb
I'm a beast when I arrive
Tribe Called Quest might I revive
"Otis" playing, watch them clones
Think about it, don't say no
Put my legacy under my legs with the heat honor
Shooting stars, starting program under Mars
She fine, G slide
All we know is he tried
I'm on the sea side, swerving by that danger sign
All we know is green lime
Beast time
Beast climb
[Verse 5: Clik Roze]
Uh-huh
Alright, feeling myself like Beyoncé (Pow, pow, pow)
Cleaning myself in this posse (That's Dolce & Gabbana, for sure)
Boogie on you motherfuckers
Dope shit, I fucked a new bitch
I get my wrist icy, don't tell me where the device is
Or where the vice is
Kidnap n***as like ISIS
Jump, do stunts like bikers
Drink and drive, not conscious
Pick dick, n***a
Yeah, I'm balling hard, uh
I let your bitch inside my car and it's a Honda
Recommend to you: you don't need to drink '42
And I'ma go like, "BOOM, BOOM, BOOM"
Anticipation with my crew, woo

[Verse 6: Pat L]
Yeah, yeah, they don't need my respect
Oh, oh, they don't have no payback
But life's a bitch, what you do about it?
Parrots don't eat rabbits, no cannibal shit
Why they attacking me?
No assassination, simplicity over saturation
[Verse 7: TYPEDUDE]
Used to pray too cold, now I'm in West Coast
Ask your parents, "Who them other guys that call 'em SSB Gang?"
Zipper in my weed, Tarantino like casino
What the fuck is this prescription?
I don't know why they be kissing this old dude's lips
Heck no, I be on pause
Cooking in my studio, yeah, I'm a Julio
Black symbol means that this is your last day
Give me an AK, so I can dig that landscape, playa
Written on the wall, last call for alcohol
In my mind, get that list of your things, blink

[Verse 8: Kira Johnston]
I'm not a freaky guy, but I love to suck dick
Drive in her body and coochie all pink
Abraham Lincoln was passing on the sink
And it's true like my dad left away with the milk
No lean in this conversation, you can't say somethin'
Those crimes are more than this pride tryna kill, summon
We pull a few pistols to your head, dead now
Gunning in the city, itty bitty kitty
I'm listening to Missy
Was I wrong or right? Left or right?
Nah, shit, I was uptown, looking for that bitch, and you hear gun sounds
Yeah, uh, this a meltdown
Lizard drink juice, now bro, man down (I'm spitting bars!)
Gin and juice, that's Bombay
Frozens with that thick bass

[Outro: SouljaDatAP]
You're now listening to SSB Gang

[Part II: Fire Squad by J. Cole]

[Intro: J. Cole]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: J. Cole]
N***a, why you actin' like a ho?
Know that I'ma ride for you, either way it go
Tell me, girl, why you be stressin' me for time? (Time, time, time, time, time, time)
When you tell me you love me, can't you see I'm tryna climb?
Damn, my n***a, why you actin' like a bitch? (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich?
Come here, baby, why you always insecure? ('Cure, cure, cure, cure, cure, cure)
Hold on tight to a n***a and—

[Outro: SouljaDatAP]
Yo, Frozens, get my beats back