(Intro)

(Verse 1: Adrug)

See Food Im eating it there; handle beef early

That it get past medium rare

Kabob your mob, ya bitches is chicken Shawarma

Live stocked like a farmer, Alpaca Llama

D-O-Ent, we off the meat; blog, but talk is cheap

Computer thugs forced to quit. Control. Alt. Delete

Ain't hard, tweaking, you’re higher than Cheech Marin

Geek faggit ain’t banging between tweeting and chatting

My name stay ringing, fuck what your men say

You’re in the middle of the week; you’re Wednesday

While my skill level elevating, lyrical entertainment

Flow like mom catching you pissing in the sink; Can’t explain it

Creating mayhem from dawn till dusk, back to the A.M

If I can’t kick the door down Trey Credits gone’ find a way in

But u playing with drugs, that ain't safe for your health

Eminem in 8 Mile, Nigga, you playing yourself

(Verse 2: 3 Credits)

If you claim to be a boss, how much you make an hour

Yo, you power tripping; I’ll cut off your power

Have a power outage through your brains hallway

Call me Credits a.k.a. All-Day

Mr. Always, believe in

The right to bear arms; Matt Forte

Acting like seasoned vets, there’s only one problem

(What’s that?) We know ya’ll ain’t seasoned yet

Like a crystal ball, that’s crystal clear

Acquire the skills; perspire to perceiver

Capoeira style, only the strong surviving

(If you sick and tired like I am then keep firing)

Not trying to be the best, just better than you

Better than dudes, maybe better than two

And I’m talking bout the number, not the number of people

Looking through the peep whole, it’s something like a freak show

Robotic moves really got me in the Matrix

So I talk my shit till my words get wasted

And everybody knows the game needs a facelift

Matter fact, call me the Surgeon; I get the working

(“Get the working” repeat 12x)

Yea

Outro