Hook - Flosja
Livin in the moment, but I never hesitate to break em off. 
Kill em with the music, they aint ready for the raw, 
I'm too cold but too hott. Naw they aint touchin the flame. 
If they really wanna [bad word] with me than they can see a G. 
They dont see the hurting or the pain inside of me, 
I'ma do my thang, I'ma rapper to the T, you will remember my name.

Verse 4 - TC Tha Crow
 [bad word] to tha D-A-T, to where the [bad word] get real
Dirty [bad word] south in tha house to kill
waste any [bad word] that be bumpin their grill
2 shots from the SKS you gonna feel
you think Im [bad word] around man I aint [bad word] around
I got a weapon that'll put you 6 feet deep in tha ground
So if you really wanna do it baby let's get down
throw down, gun down
that's how we do it in tha D-Town
T-gonna let ya [bad word] know that
from tha back of my hand just like a pimp slap
or with a lyric and I'll murder you on Skeem's track
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Please for tha love of God, nobody battle Tha Crow
cuz I will put you in your God [bad word] place
and aint nobody in tha building reppin Texas like me and you can take that [bad word] to tha god [bad word] bank!

Verse 9 - Flosja 
If I never make it in the game, consider me a secret best kept, shhh I know this. 
But don't tell the record exec, cause I don't think he wanted me to know yet. 
I'ma make it whether you like it or not, I've been givin all I got and I'ma be hot real soon.
Everybody used to tell me, you'll never be nothing. Bet now they feel like a sucka when they hear me sing this tune. 
 [bad word] you! 
Got no love for yall, gettin caught up in the lust, playing a thug for yall. 
That aint me. Do my dirt but yo, 
It's all about the money, livin my days, and thinkin where
I'ma get my next hundred, my 20, my 50,
If my homie owe me, will he hit me? I hope he do. 
If he don't then I'ma roll up in his city. 
I got em on lock, like I'm the [bad word] police. 
Thinkin I'm not crazy and wont buck, but they don't know me. 
Talking bout they don't got it? Mane, I ain't tryna hear it. 
I'm about to spit somethin, and it ain't gon be no lyrics. 
You can bet a [bad word] million, that I be doin the stealin
Of a soul, but let me break it down, people callin it killin. 
If they [bad word] with the scrilla, betta believe I'ma killa. 
More than willin, stoppin my chillin, get a coffin, I fill it. 
 [bad word] a friend or foe, It's just the same...
To anybody thinkin Flosja just a name.

Verse 10 - Wayss 
Call me the ghost barely seen like Caspa
But i aint friendly I leave ya breathless like asthma
Ya spineless like grandma
No we nothing divine just define us as cancer
The masters of ceremony we killin em softly
Kamikaze aint the program, my mind's not that blurry
But anger [bad word] inspires you say one more wack thing
 [bad word] to your home to cut your [bad word] wire
Despite all your efforts tryin to build up an empire
The fire's not inside you need more than ghost writters
I spit [bad word] retarded like Big Bush, Decider
Drink booze, duck shoes Al Zaidi shouldve aimed higher
Budweiser in a hand, a Mic in the other
One's gettin lighter, one's got me hyper
My future's lookin brighter cause im grippin it tighter
Dirty boots in the back of your pretty attire

Verse 11 - SikWitIt
 [bad word] through like a earthquake, rhymes like weight, put it down feel the earth shake
I'm worse, say than a 10.8 wit mo niggas wit me than on MLK birthday
And my flow so dope niggas don't know til the flows over they hooked on coke
Bring the pain like Method Man, get ya rain coat, make it rain on a sunny day, I got the game soaked
I'm...so cold that I give the mic frost bite, make a snicker bar turn into a klondike
Make a short day turn into a long night, Sikwitit baby but the fam call me Shaun Wright
And ya