1 verse I settle the score
 You mad cause you wack and my rap is better than yours
 I’m seeing light from a different angle
 See a [bad word] gonna be a [bad word]  you can’t turn a pigeon to an angel
 My dogs with the leash snap
 You put in work, brand new shirts and jeans from the G-packs
 And all of us is trying to eat
 If it ain’t about cheddar or something better leave a message behind the beep
 None of y’all clowns can test
 I’ll bet you think a few hot singles means album success
 I got a million ways to kill a verse
 And the drama gets deep, f**k beef, I got a billion ways to fill a hearse
 Who the f**k you know better than Qualm?
 Say you want beef but in the streets you wouldn’t get on the song
 My advice to you is get in the crowd
 So when I spit a sixteen, you duck in the middle and crouch
 [bad word] 

Yo it’s game time, [bad word] when we kick it
 But they hate [bad word] full of lyrics
 Cause they ain’t fly, they just some m***********g pigeons
 So I aim high until ain’t nothing [bad word] living

Yo it’s game time, [bad word] when we kick it
 But they hate [bad word] full of lyrics
 Cause they ain’t fly, they just some m***********g pigeons
 So I aim high until ain’t nothing [bad word] living

[Verse 2]

We back at it with the Fist part 2,  The Hit Squad Crew
 Yo, hold up, wait, you marketed who?
 All I hear is garbage, record labels sodomizing artists
 And you starving m**********r know your place in the market
 Monopolize the target, hip hop repping the Snowgoons
 The underground’s huge yo, don’t tell me there ain’t no room
 For me to make loot, make room or move back
 Before [bad word] out the back we’re with bats ready to [bad word] cats
 Swing batter, and homie we taking out heads
 You heard what I said, you best believe you breaking bread
 Give me that, don’t be hard, don’t force hands
 This is for my fan repping in Greece and Deutschland
 Swiss too, got goons around the world ready to bust in
 Your [bad word] crew homie they even rep me out [bad word]  What you wanna brew? I don’t care if I offend you
 I say what I want, if you don’t like it do what you do [bad word]  [bad word] 

Yo it’s game time, [bad word] when we kick it
 But they hate [bad word] full of lyrics
 Cause they ain’t fly, they just some m***********g pigeons
 So I aim high until ain’t nothing [bad word] living

Yo it’s game time, [bad word] when we kick it
 But they hate [bad word] full of lyrics
 Cause they ain’t fly, they just some m***********g pigeons
 So I aim high until ain’t nothing [bad word] living

[Verse 3]

There’s a war going on outside you [bad word] from it
 You’d better confront it before them things [bad word]  Hit you in your head and stomach, leave you bleeding f**k it
 We dumb out in the streets, cousin all of a sudden
 I got a ? [bad word]  go to [bad word] in a handbasket while I focus the madness
 Born disaster with my hand on the ratchet
 Close your casket, leave your skull [bad word] and bashed in
 Forty ouncer we guzzling just to drown the pain
 With nothing to lose man, you could lose your brain
 Who’s to say we’re sane or what’s insane
 Against the grain, blood pour out my veins
 [bad word] for lames we throw bread
 And we ain’t the same, hockey mask and a gauge
 Friday the 13th all over the place
 Let the blood spill like Bloodline you call my name [bad word]