DONE

[Chorus: RO-B. Z., Trerico]
Done with you fakes, I'm done with you lames
I'm done with you snakes, I'm cutting you off
We on different waves, just stay in your lane
Won't heed what you say, don't bother to talk
Fuck out my face, you up in my way
If you ain't a friend, then you just a chump
Won't carry you on to the GOATs and the greats (Yuh, yuh)
If the message don't send, that means that we're done

[Verse 1: Trerico]
Done with indifference, done with the insolence (Done, done)
Done with the people who missing it, woah
Done with the [?], done with the minutemen
Done with the ones who not listening, woah
Done with the Internet, done with those [?] (Done, done)
I am a rookie and veteran, woah
Done and I finish it, mo'fucker killing it
Always been done with the trendy shit, woah
Writers hitting my phone (Brrr), 'cause they know the shit I been on (Yuh)
Interviews always taking so long, but XXL got all of my songs
[?], looking so strong (Looking so strong)
They publish my name, it's making a change
The music industry is never the same

[Chorus: RO-B. Z.]
Done with you fakes, I'm done with you lames
I'm done with you snakes, I'm cutting you off
We on different waves, just stay in your lane
Won't heed what you say, don't bother to talk
Fuck out my face, you up in my way
If you ain't a friend, then you just a chump
Won't carry you on to the GOATs and the greats
If the message don't send, that means that we're done (Yeah, RO-B. Z.!)

[Verse 2: RO-B. Z.]
Swear to God, I be making bag on bag
They be hitting me up, throwing rack on rack
Tryna get me on every single one of they tracks
And they know RO-B. Z. got the thing they lack
So they know better than to start a beef or a spat
'Cause they know I'mma make them choke on they track
And they breaths on the mic is what's gonna be they last
Uh-huh (Aye), huh (Aye), huh (Aye!)
Why would I stop when I'm just getting started?
Three years in the game, inspired lives when they saw that
My vision beyond what they considered was possible
Yet I'm achieving my goals, they inspired to follow
Rico, remember that nothing's impossible
Never cower down or limit your vision
'Cause you scare the Chicken Littles by knocking the sky to the ground!

[Chorus: RO-B. Z.]
Done with you fakes, I'm done with you lames
I'm done with you snakes, I'm cutting you off
We on different waves, just stay in your lane
Won't heed what you say, don't bother to talk
Fuck out my face, you up in my way
If you ain't a friend, then you just a chump
Won't carry you on to the GOATs and the greats
If the message don't send, that means-

[Verse 3: Kid Rohan, DTOXIFY]
I'm too passionate (Huh)
I struggle, but they don't accept me, like white pastor kids (Yeah, yeah)
I'm exploring a world that's magical
So my hands stretch out, Pan's Labyrinth (Okay, okay, okay)
This my energy, enemies never matching it (Yeah)
A bad lotto player with my grudges, 'cause I don't stack the chips (Yeah)
Out my box, I ain't matchin' it
Devil in the details, so I'm tat for tit
Never with the females, don't have the tits (Yeah, yuh, yuh)
Young Han moving solo, I don't have assist (Yeah)
On my own path, if you try to go after it
Then I got you an ass to kiss, that's me (Okay)
And I been a passionate MC (Okay)
Everything in life comes with a cost (Huh)
So I ain't tryna ask for shit if it's free, Kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay - DTOXIFY, I'm done!)

[Verse 4: DTOXIFY]
I’m done with these lame ass kids
Man, I’m a lead vocal, you just a plain adlib
Pushing me away from what I love is fake as shit
I hate that shit, I’m rated by a lame has-been
But rate this, I’ll bake this, so tune into the posse cut
I’ll body a beat, but I bet you could never body us
Top of the topic and all the others are unanimous
I’m a different breed when I bite, y'all just copy us
A lochness, I’ll never compare myself to a goddess
But I keep the whole world spinning like (Worldwide Choppas)
These lines can get technical
.9 to ya head like it’s decimals
So when I spit, you should take caution (Aye)
Relax, it’s a metaphor
Knock off their top like a Roadster Aventador
I be inventing more pockets for artists
These kids want attention, but they won’t be getting more

[Chorus: RO-B. Z.]
Done with you fakes, I'm done with you lames
I'm done with you snakes, I'm cutting you off
We on different waves, just stay in your lane
Won't heed what you say, don't bother to talk
Fuck out my face, you up in my way
If you ain't a friend, then you just a chump
Won't carry you on to the GOATs and the greats
If the message don't send, that means that we're done