[Chorus: Vin Jay]
Know that I'm runnin' the game (Yeah)
Purple  is all in my veins (Yeah)
Coppin'  a couple of chains (Woah)
Well, this shit is all that I know (Uh)
Rappin' 'bout bitches and clothes (Yeah)
Gettin'  unlimited hoes (Woah)
All  of my diamonds are froze
Like nah, homie I'm in it for cash
Just  wanna get me a bag (Yeah, yeah)
Tell 'em I'm whippin' the Jag
And I be poppin' them tags
Nah, homie it's not gonna change
Clearly  we runnin' the game
Talkin' 'bout women and chains
Droppin' that shit that be numbin' your brain
It's fuckin' insane and they love it
We ain't gotta rap or nothin'
Long as 808's are bumpin'
It's end of fuckin' discussion
But we ain't even kill it
It's evolved
Fuck the ones who came before us
I'ma show 'em how to ball

[Verse 1: TheChristianRapper]
In the zone, all I see is the floor
Eyes closed but I still see the notes
Realities on postpone
So lost so lost in the headphones
A place where fear doesn’t exist
My atmosphere seems to shift
I disappear into the fifth dimension
Come out with no recollection
Just a reflection
Another song for the collection
Hours feel like seconds
Starts by getting my mind moving in the right directions
By mean I won’t mention
808s clear the tension
Now, I’m feeling like the entire rhythm section
Using words as weapons
All you fake emcees should feel fucking threatened
[Chorus: Vin Jay]
Well, this shit is all that I know (Uh)
Rappin' 'bout bitches and clothes (Yeah)
Gettin' unlimited hoes (Woah)
All of my diamonds are froze
Like nah, homie I'm in it for cash
Just wanna get me a bag (Yeah, yeah)
Tell 'em I'm whippin' the Jag
And I be poppin' them tags
Nah, homie it's not gonna change
Clearly we runnin' the game
Talkin' 'bout women and chains
Droppin' that shit that be numbin' your brain
It's fuckin' insane and they love it
We ain't gotta rap or nothin'
Long as 808's are bumpin'
It's end of fuckin' discussion
But we ain't even kill it
It's evolved
Fuck the ones who came before us
I'ma show 'em how to ball

[Verse 2: TheChristianRapper]
You think this is a game
You have put the beat gods to shame
You understand sound
It’s shaking the ground
Not playing around
It’s so good, you’ll head the ground
Measure the worth of your soul
Not the thickness of your money roll
Never stray from the middle path
Last you be stricken by wrath
You went to school, do the math
Hire some staff
Know what to do, what stands