Lame

First Verse

Stay brash, im Jason unmasked nigga
Quick dash after killin em, to get cash figures
My clique is the illest in skill, quilt for the bills
Spill chills through ya system, then dip with ya sister
Guild fillin up the beat with snake venom
To haters send it, cuz friends wack as fake denim
Based in em, greatness, laced with tenacity
Niggas mad at me cuz I hustle as much as Cassidy
Jiggy with it, lyrics big as biggie or big pun
Respect to the late greats under the sun
Plunder goodies then run, flee the scene in a jiffy
Like I'm in the sixth speed on 95 doing 60
So cold ice from my wrist bleeds
Fuck lloyd banks, DooFus the best with a lisp b
Spit crisp, the beat split, when grip then stick it
With a fist, Villainz rising, weak shit downsizing

Hook
We don't wanna hear that weak shit no more
Cuz it's lame to us, you a fiend for the fame bruh x4

Second verse (Andy Leyeon)

Nose stay runny sick the bro is, uncommon cold protocol, soloist spit solar shit
Rolling up the totem, exposing gloating posers
Mind boning clones, tightest with the flow
Drop hot shit like flaming anchors
Little off cadence, still deliver thick shit as cankles
Ill as twin incest, listeners getting impressed
Dividends need to see next
Deepest feet let the beat rest
Dope as the freshest sess
Separate and blessed, the bestest
Reference a reverend the kids possessed
Niggas got money fetishes, so average, never ending with the lack of leverage
Bars packed with cheddar and that beef if you want it i got it bruh
You new jacks, get kamikazed like cruel japs
Click clack and blast ya, pastor preaching he passed cuz
The master of unnatural disasters attacked him