StarTAC

[Verse 1: Sey]
Nigga nigga
Who got the keys to my Bimma?
I’m tryna cop weed in the winter
I’m born sinner
My name not Jermaine
But I came in this game
On the come up
Sucka MCs in my town try and run up
One by one they all get stuck up
Stabbing everyone like a roadman in London
Kill you on the track like I had beats from London
Let’s get to The Root of this shit and Undun the beef
Like Unsung on TV
I’m hard to see
But those who know they know I’m one of the illest
Writers tried to kill him
But I’m like Penicillin to this wack shit
I really want the action
I really want the smoke
Niggas act funny but I don’t get the joke
If ya want Star Wars, I give ya New Hope
Niggas wanna runoff like I ain’t got the votes

{Hook: Sample]
StarTAC, when it's time to call back!

[Verse 2: Robby Ra'$hu]
(Aye, aye)
All black, from shoes to the ball cap
My soul map, lead you to the fountain where the gold at
I'm nice
Like a bag of chips and all that
Nickelodeon shoes pushing the fade back
Cutting like a barber, lit
Mama, explain that (Right)
On a higher plane where my energy stays at
The red dot on your head? Aimin' the flame at
Mobbin' through your block steady bumpin' that Care Pack
Aware that, I'm insane in the brain
Soul full of ether, mane
Swift like new goats
Heart full of power, gain
Sugar, what these rappers be
I'm here to shake up every chi
Wavy on the rise and the money fall like Autumn leaves
I don't follow rules
I grow and come up
I plan to charge the drip for every summer
I got the jewels
Sey drops the Packs
No cap

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ryan Racks]
(Yo, uh)
It's a killer on the loose
Henny, Grey Goose
Call it yin yang, just
Came in this thang, just
Came with ya dame, just
Came in ya dame
Refrain from my name
You don't want me goin loco
Desert Eagle .44
Put it to the logo of ya Polo like, 'Oh, no'
You don't wanna go toe to toe
Hit you ocho times
Then I go, "Money over bitches"
She can do the dishes
Got a Swedish bitch, pussy like Swedish Fishes (Ow!)
And she can dress her ass off
And you know that ass soft
Like the leather in my '87
Like it when I preach
Call me Ryan Reverend
Reverend Ryan Racks
I'm all about the racks, in fact
You gotta pay for that
What you do? Spit crack
Where you from? East side
Who you with, nigga? I'm with the illest alive (Uh!)
That's your wife? Call her my Seniorita
She takin' off my wife beater
It was nice to meet her

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Sey]
(Uh, yo, aye, uh, hold up)
In fact
Let me get the keys to my Bat Mobile
That’s how I feel when I’m behind the wheel
Look how I peel when I reel down road
Only got space for my real down bros
Got real down hoes
And you real down bad
Your rap career, yea, real damn sad
You ain't had bars like this before
Give 'em 64, when they want 16
Got Nintendo screen, but I play no games
It's a damn shame how they all turn lame
Yea, we know y’all name, but do you get the respect
Robby and Ryan and Racks we some of the best
Labels on the phone but we tell 'em fall back

[Hook]